Bris, C.M.L. - STILL TRICKY DANCE MOVES lyrics

Aye Ridge
The sucka's think they slick wit'
All that teamin' up? They had the drop
They don't know they bitches be wit' us?
And everytime they see that dick
They just eat it up we headed to the top
They wanna go so they can eat with us
Walk up, moon walk, like Mike Jack
Why them niggas call the plumber
When that pipe cracked
All you hear is gunshots, we from Iraq
My mama gone beat my ass
If I don't fight back
Pull up on 'em, pa pa, you hear that payback
Double back and tried to give
His brother thе same thing aye Ridge
Thе sucka's think they slick wit'
All that teamin' up? They had the drop
They don't know they bitches be wit' us?
Sucka's slid and hopped on live so
We don't need a clue
Faggots say they like they booty ate
This choppa eat it too
Ya'll just sparked a fuse
That mean it started back
I ain't trippin' off the funk
It been apart of that

Yo, I ain't trippin off the funk
I been apart of that catch you loafin'
Bullets tearin' through your starter cap
I'm from Iraq, ain't nobody hard as that
You can find me in the jets
Where it started at
Throwin' up gang signs, bitch im comin'
Hit him all in his back, he was runnin'
Bitch niggas catch a case and start hummin'
Everytime i'm outside it be jumpin'
The suckas speakin' on my
Name like im scared
I'm a hard body, never been a square
It's a war blood, I hope that you aware
Comin' down off the ropes Ric Flair
We gone duck tape yo' brother to a chair
Put a bullet hole in everything you wear
I can put that on the set, I was there
If I catch Marcus, he ain't gettin' spared

Walk up, moon walk, like Mike Jack
Why them niggas call the plumber
When that pipe cracked
All you hear is gunshots, we from Iraq
My mama gone beat my ass
If I don't fight back
Pull up on 'em, pa pa, you hear that payback
Double back and tried to give
His brother the same thing aye Ridge
The sucka's think they slick wit'
All that teamin' up? They had the drop
They don't know they bitches be wit' us?

Bitch, I think i'm Bris
With tricky dance moves
You go against the gang, you a damn fool
Plus I keep a stick, nigga bamboo
Get all in her head, nigga shampoo
I been charging bitches like a ram
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam
Cover him with shells, like a clam
But I got off 100 shots, and it ain't jam
The suckas on the internet dissin'
We caught 'em with his boyfriend kissin'
Put the flash to 'em like a transmission
Over tricky dance moves, we be trippin'
I keep my thumbs up, and my pinkies down
Tryna catch a opp, but they don't be around
They disrespect Bris
Then they leave the town
We point our pinkies at the ground
And we leave 'em down

Walk up, moon walk, like Mike Jack
Why them niggas call the plumber
When that pipe cracked
All you hear is gunshots, we from Iraq
My mama gone beat my ass
If I don't fight back
Pull up on 'em, pa pa, you hear that payback
Double back and tried to give
His brother the same thing aye Ridge
The sucka's think they slick wit'
All that teamin' up? They had the drop
They don't know they bitches be wit' us?
Sucka's slid and hopped on live so
We don't need a clue
Faggots say they like they booty ate
This choppa eat it too
Ya'll just sparked a fuse
That mean it started back
I ain't trippin' off the funk
It been apart of that