Correction Paroles Shooting at the Dance Hall par DJ Muggs

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We are gonna smash it
Put, put up your hand in the air (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, what the f**k)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yeah, yeah)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, yeah, yeah, check)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Yo, ayo)

Play dirty after hours round cutties where they snortin sh*t (Yeah)
Now my sound buzzin round offices
Live from New York [?] (Uh, uh, uh)
Sad that the one to betray you is who you often trust
You lost in lust, blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You like cruiser weight, fifty tools bust through ya face
No surprise, tell by ya vibe that you was fake
But those guys I don't coincide, I move away (f**k outta hеre)
Do what you do but you can't f**k with nothing I do display
I'm still gettin ill, breakin nеcks in the [?] (Uhu)
Now I upgraded, the greatest with a newer wave
Muggs threw the uzi and said "come through and spray" (Brr)
The whole crowd, all you see is bodies and a smoke cloud
I been killin sh*t, that's why the flow so foul
Went from prisoner to popular, ya hoe know now (Aha)
You got to run a profit up, it's lookin oh so wild
You fools got over with a so-so style, that sh*t is over now (n***as fake)
[?], bow down, salute the golden child

Ayo, check

To be draped in gold, livin like a king that be my destiny (Aha)
Got pretty b*t*hes in my section caressin me pleasantly (Yeah)
I been [?] you n***as can never mess with me (Never)
I flex like brolic biceps, been had the recipe
Everytime I'm on the set it's rest in piece
f**k rest, I'd rather catch OD rec until I get the feast (Ka-ching)
Only f**kin with robbers, never respect a thief
Didn't listen to the preacher preach, I was in the street
Didn't understand how they could kill a man until I seen
Blood and brains splattered on the scene, not a TV screen (Nah)
Follow nothing, make my own way, nobody leading me
Body after body, b*t*h I lead the league easily (Yeah)
They worship Rome Streetz like he a deity (Uhu)
Still the flow is oh so ghetto like Jay Z and D&D (Wow)
All my rhymes like TNT, I'm taking a title slapping ya idol then I slide in my [?]
Pumpin that poisonous product like BDP
Every other day I need to re (Brapp)

Put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air
Put, put up your hand in the air (Boo, boo, boo, boo)
Put, put up your hand in the air

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