Re-Up Gang-The Saga Continues-Roll With Da Winners

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Re-Up Gang-The Saga Continues-Roll With Da Winners

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• Re-Up
• Gang-The
• Saga
• Continues-Roll
• With
• Da
• Winners

[shiimshiim]

Re-up Gang/Clipse always come 100%.....sometimes the beat arn't the best but I always hear there lyrics on point, 100% Lyrical, flow is alright, but there appereance, you know where these cats come from...real niggas, thats what we see in Toronto, I gotta throw it to Clipse though when there is so much shit in the game...these cats still golden erin it....you know it show some respect wit it!

[AmphibiousJames]

"I wouldn't dare do the arm and not the neck wit it/Jesus on the charm so some respect wit it"

[cappadonho]

@Xbizkitl its "im bad, james todd on em"

[nbent]

Sand man killed this he had the best flow

[Xbizkitl]

R-E-U-P, G-A-N-G,

R-E-U-P, G-A-N-G.

[Xbizkitl]

[Pusha-T:]

Roll with the winners, the soul of the sinners,

Which ring, which chain, the most our dilemmas.

My uncles before me mixed the diesel and the blenders,

Then crack came, I seen the coldest of winters.

Mountains of snow -- made fiends tremor,

Mink to the floor, we use the crème de la crèmes.

Such a need to shimmer, the Benz got the slippers,

Club owners love us call us yellow bottle grippers.

[Xbizkitl]

[Pusha-T, cont'd:]

Flipper? No. Whale scale tipper,

I'm from a line of ex-kingpins that's turned sniffers.

Pray the Lord forgive us while the maricons fill us,

Up to the brim, call them the coffee bean spillers.

Blasphemous, he calls kis God's pillows,

Ivory white, bury me in my chinchilla.

Ain't none iller, no! Ain't none realer,

It's Pusha, just ya neighborhood dope dealer.

[Xbizkitl]

[Ab-Liva:]

You gotta love the gall on 'im,

Twenty on the arm on 'im,

Twenty-four inch blades, either Frank fall on 'em.

Drugs czar, retired, like I was Shawn on 'em,

Came back to star -- Jordan as he falls,

Released to score raw on 'em, 2.2 pounds exactly*,

Tape criss-crossed like a bra on 'em.

But the streets I was marred, I was scarred on,

And ride around microphone fiend with the R on 'em.

[Xbizkitl]

[Ab-Liva:]

I'm Bad, James tar

On the white part of the water, my third got scalds,

On the right side of my palm where the soft got hard,

On the right price, give me the light, I Sean Paul on 'em.

Run the city, Sean John on 'em,

New Marvin, screaming "What's Going On,"

I'm trouble man, I rubberband man, push hard on them

Same block where I crawled on 'em, I'ma fall on 'em.

[Xbizkitl]

[Malice:]

I couldn't dare do the arm, and not the neck wit it;

Jesus on the charm, show some respect wit it.

Don't be alarmed, if y'all don't connect wit it,

Something like the honage, if you select wit it.

To most a mirage, but even when I'm pinched

The boy far from dreaming, the Porsche with the vents.

[Xbizkitl]

[Malice, cont'd:] Tucked in the trunk let the dogs track the scent, And I don't give a fuck about a best defense. Catch me if you can I am ginger bread; And the mink interior is crimson red; Y'all talk before they even mention Feds, Of how I got the block like the Dawn of the Dead. Seems amongst thieves that honor is dead, Bucking the court 'till Your Honor is dead. Y'all take heed to what is fall upon ya, You are in the presence, Re-Up, the ensemble.

[Xbizkitl]

[Sandman:]

You got no choice but notice me, everything I drop hard,

Challenge is wiling out on opium playing dodgeball.

With some bullets busting out the narrow barrel,

Hitting you hard, your fate don't need no tarot --

Cards to be read, I reads about niggas like you daily, obituary;