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Ring The Alarm

Somebody ring the alarm

Somebody ring the alarm

You better run fore this gun get used off, no doubt

Be +Ludacris+ for you niggaz not to +Roll Out+

Either that, or being poped, like Smashmouth

How about lits, spits, that shit, that makes that money

Cats stack them chips, sweeter than a bag of Nestle Tollhouse

So, think about the predicament you in dog

Before you talk shit again, I'm eatin

(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm)

Where the fuck could you ever sit again?

And where yo peeps gon' live again, if we beefin

Hate on me, cause I'm all decent

All this hate ain't recent, it's been since

Back when stacks start increasin

And y'all main bitches peeped it, so hold up

It's no secret, the hoes is creepin

And all y'all lies is weak and, it won't work

(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm) I'm freakin

Liftin skirts on bad broads on E! like Brooke Burke, nigga

Like Brook Burke, nigga, like Brooke Burke

Somebody ring the alarm, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody, somebody, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Look, real nigga - that's my game (game)

'Bonic nigga - that's my name (name)

I'm hot shit (hot shit) spit them flames (flames)

Thoughts insane, let 'em sit on ya brain (brain)

Get back (get back) I don't want you to draw (draw)

Don't trip my hip'll make you fall (fall)

Don't lip, my clip'll hush y'all

Then call Paul, and be out by tommorr'

(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm)

Call Lit, meet me right by the whip, shit

Hit rock, kiss the streets goodbye (bye)

Look, call Nate, look up under the zinc

It is what you think, put that shit in the bank

(Woman: Somebody ring the alarm)

Call Pops, disassemble my glocks

Reduce the shit, to rub on hot rocks (rocks)

Call Teddy, ask Unc' is he ready

Me and Lit bout to pour, and it's time to get Jetty

G4, back to ATL (shit)

Judge'll never get a chance to play us for bail

We sit in first class, we don't sit in them cells

And our niggaz don't, and if they do, they get bail, shit

Somebody ring the alarm, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody, somebody, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody ring the alarm, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody, somebody, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

I stopped doin' crime, mom I really did

I changed my ways, I'm tryna live

And ball wit big heads, like Jason Kidd's/kid's

Fuck a bid, it's not the way to go out - young'n

Let me tell you what I'm talking about

Fifteen had to do, what I had to do ask Boo'

Stack paper, got a cue and a twenty-two

It's all true, why the fuck would I lie to you

(Somebody ring the alarm)

Look, I ain't gon' hold you up

Come at me straight I'll fold you up

Cop 'dro and jaws that come big, as a Foldgers cup, yup

I thought I told you buck I'm next level (next level)

Like feet, I might creep feel on my self (oooo)

There goes my heat, not Tweet (uh)

I'm not sweet (not sweet) you could hear it

Or fear it, and read it and weep and get dirty in a week

Somebody ring the alarm, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody, somebody, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody ring the alarm, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

Somebody, somebody, somebody

Somebody, somebody ring the alarm

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written by GIST, KEIR/CRISS, ANTHONY/BROWN, VINCENT VINNIE

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