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jack boyz - team eastside lyrics

[intro]
ooh, team eastside

[verse 1: damedot]
ayy, i heard the jack boyz lookin’ for me (lookin’ for me)
two 40s, two choppers, b*tch, it’s nothin’ to me
yeah, i said this sh*t already, but i really mean it (yeah)
sell blow and hard like the f*ckin’ cement (let’s go)
team east in this b*tch, we a bunch of g’s (ghetto boyz)
y’all n*ggas came to play like chuck e. cheese (lil’ n*ggas)
my n*ggas came to ball, where the black bottoms? (where they at?)
came with my n*gga duke, he bought the black bottom (let him know)
just hung up with billions, ’bout to take sh*t over (yeah)
if you n*ggas need a brick, call baking soda (blrrt)
if you need a pint of lean, n*gga, call me (call mе)
temper short, money long likе tall tees (gang, gang, gang)

[chorus: damedot]
money bring power (money bring power)
money bring jealousy, money bring hate (hate)
these n*ggas fake (these n*ggas fake)
money bring hoes (hoes)
money bring them k!llers to a b*tch n*gga door (glraat)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout work, we done sold plenty
[verse 2: team eastside snoop]
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (go on, try)
but if this play make it back, i’d be up fifty (bands)
if i ball, my n*gga ball, n*gga, dunk with me
always got the lowest prices, n*gga, f*ck with me (f*ck with me)
word on the streets ghetto boyz droppin’ soon (yop)
f*ck k!llin’ p*ssy n*ggas, we’d drop the goons
team east green guys, n*gga, the makahoons (my n*ggas)
got throwaway money, went and shopped at june
i could ride white buffs with the gold trimming
wanna talk about work? i done sold plenty (sold everything)
got that sh*t movin’ fast, no hemi (you hear me?)
more money, more problems, more cents

[chorus: damedot & peezy]
money bring power (money bring power)
money bring jealousy, money bring hate (hate)
these n*ggas fake (these n*ggas fake)
money bring hoes (hoes)
money bring them k!llers to a b*tch n*gga door (glraat)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout work, we done sold plenty
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout work (yeah), we done sold plenty
[verse 3: peezy]
ayy, the jack boyz, they can’t stand us (oh yeah?)
well, i’ma buy the booth to make you n*ggas stand up (stand up)
this just dime cost me five hundred and some (real sh*t)
could’ve bought a plane ticket and found a tan plug
you broke n*ggas love hatin’ me, i love bands (that’s f*cked up)
man, these sucker n*ggas fear what they don’t understand (you hear me?)
that’s where our machine guns hold a hundred, fam’ (a whole hundred)
f*ck these n*ggas tryna stop what we got comin’ in
i hear these n*ggas plottin’ on me, but i still get it (i’m still gettin’ it)
man, you p*ssy n*ggas lucky that y’all still livin’ (lil’ n*gga)
thought we was down for the count, but we still in it (we still in it)
team east syrup gang, n*gga, [?]

[chorus: damedot, peezy & babyface ray]
money bring power (yeah, money bring power)
money bring jealousy, money bring hate (hate)
these n*ggas fake (these n*ggas fake)
money bring hoes (hoes)
money bring them k!llers to a b*tch n*gga door (glraat)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout work, we done sold plenty
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me)
i heard the jack boyz tryna get me (tryna get me, yeah)
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout work, we done sold plenty
[verse 4: babyface ray]
money had them freak b*tches on your head (on my d*ck)
paranoid with the strap layin’ by the bed (d*mn)
yeah, i heard them jack boyz out again (come on)
f*ck a chain, we gon’ all buy choppers then
get a bag, run through it, re*cop again
grab a cd while you here, come shop again
lame n*ggas d*ck suckin’, sh*t gotta end
ray allen, game six, b*tch, i gotta win
these hoes so dirty, i can never trust ’em (never)
they see a bankroll around, they let whoever f*ck ’em (whoever)
my n*ggas love me, they’d come and do whatever for me (right now)
send shots, take shots, go to heaven for me

- team eastside lyrics

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