Max B:
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana !@&@e Wave

Let's sing to the people, yeah

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Max B:
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"

Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music

Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"


Verse 1
Max B:

It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a $#&@ what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can

When !@%!e was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump @@#!ed

Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one clip

You sunk my $#&@in' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year

Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar

Keep the heater palmed, these ^!$$%z be needin' a bar
Owww


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Verse 2

French Montana:
You lame ^!$$%z flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped

You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, (*##$ ^!$$% no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya $$#

Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape

Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera phone
$#&@ ^!$$%, kiss my rass, (*##$ boy

I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop


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