Re-Up Gang - Bring It Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab Liva] Man there's rules to the hustle gotta get in and get it off Get it cross borders, slip it in then whip it soft Water off when it dries break it down get it tossed Young boys hug corners all night get it off Get it on n***as on your strip has to give a lotta (9 millimeter go bang) then you get it lost Give and go getting that guap homie get it floss Make double-puppy fly over what you get it cost The price is all right, soft right Brighter than the glare from the Porsche lights, Porsche pa** em as I revolve Counter clockwise back step over you rap n***as I evolved Ie; I solved, the riddle that Hip-hop is dead but we resurrect the beat in the shroud Hatin' n***as try to block your shine like the clouds But I Will' Wallace scream "freedom!" through the clouds, so loud [Verse 2: Malice] Ask and you shall receive says the lord Bless me ten-fold then repo'd the Porsche Since when minx stows a means for divorce Instead you rather cling like your life raft was tossed Had to fly back, the must have the coins Jimmy Choos, nice calves, I type cast my broads Tryin' to live with little less remorse Telling my trophy wife these b**hes just rewards And the law don't understand our truth We gon' never say sh** we the blueman group We gon' tuck it in that b**h like a kangaroo Then switch to '06 to the right now cool So clean custom bent Got the nerve to step bout it like I'm discontent You whole look at me like a ship's command Would have once engaged but I have since repent [Hook: Sandman] And I'm just living my life stride by stride I rock where it takes me And it ain't nothing rock this sh** all out until it breaks me And I ain't goin' nowhere f** that trust that you won't make me R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G [Verse 3: Sandman] I'm talking paper, Sixers versus Lakers Drop a dolla when it holla, collect me shoot the Vegas Pop a jet, couple seconds I'm shooting shakers Velvet tables s**y bellies and perfect [?] And my staples, look at their faces they drive me wild Pay your pounds, they get freaky like Jada fire It's on bread big head bills they switch wheels Like crib hills and chick heels but then still Banana pill on em, [?] and the clip making these n***as sick Screamin' life is a b**h Eye f** her down, [?] pick one If you bread there, it ain't sh** the ship 'em [?] is your order, I chip ‘em Down to the squirrel I'm real thorough Run a real tight system Show my face, clear our space Lyricate call me Boosie, bread off base [Verse 4: Pusha T] Yuugh! Make the whole city numb Test it on your gums only buy it out the drum Sell it how I come protect the line that it's from He who says names, redrum redrum We walk to the beat of the warrior's drum We ran through the circles, the notorious run We never stood a chance see the morals were shun Cuz the feds couldn't stop what the couriers brung The older hustlers live like a glorious ones Lasting impression question no ignoring they sums Good things gotta end snitches ruin their run Now the foundations laid and competitions is none They called us young, dumb and so full of promise I say we was rich, f**ing with maybe we was young Tell me what that matter if you can't match his ones They see the evolution of the man Pusha Ton, welcome [Hook]