Re-Up Gang - Bring It Back lyrics

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 niggas 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 pass em as I revolve
Counter clockwise back step over you
Rap niggas I evolved
Ie I solved, the riddle that
Hip-hop is dead but we resurrect
The beat in the shroud
Hatin' niggas try to block your
Shine like the clouds
But I Will' Wallace scream
"freedom!" through the clouds, so loud

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
Bitches just rewards
And the law don’t understand our truth
We gon’ never say shit we the blueman group
We gon’ tuck it in that bitch 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

And I’m just living my life stride by
Stride I rock where it takes me
And it ain’t nothing rock this shit
All out until it breaks me
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere fuck that
Trust that you won’t make me r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G

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 sexy 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 niggas sick
Screamin’ life is a bitch
Eye fuck her down, pick one
If you bread there
It ain't shit 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

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
Fucking 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