Sit 'Em Sideways

Street fa-di-di-di-dam [Chorus] I sit 'em sideways With the A.K.'s Sit 'em sideways when we hit 'em with them strays Sit 'em sideways With the A.K.'s Sit 'em sideways when we hit 'em with them strays [Fabolous] Wat it do I got them coppa toppas flyin on the top of choppas And I don't even give a fuck if the coppas stop us They ain't catch the PAC or the BIG poppa droppa They act funny We might have to pop a coppa I'm lookin for them niggas talkin kinda wreckless How they want this 100 carat sparklin diamond necklace Sit 'em sideways like they talkin bout in Texas Spray the car have 'em white chalkin out yo Lexus Get down and lay down rule You know its on You wanna take yo kids to the playground cool Imma teach yo son a lesson they don't say 'round school And fix his daddy up with this tre pound tool I trust a nigga no further then I can see him Thats why I keep the gloves and the burnas up in the B.M You know I'm killin them and them 6-4 pound The yellow light from the chain makes them chicks slow down [Chorus (2x)] [Fabolous] Wat it do Keep talkin You gon' dig yo self in a deeper whole And find out how many the street sweeper hold I keep a roll Pretty chick that can deep a pole Some bomb as weed, that put you in a sleeper hold On 24's, thats how all my people roll Similar to T.I.P I do it B.I.G Hang out with the thang out Thats the kinda G' I be Cuz I'm ready to let it bang out, in V.I.P Better duck at the bar, your truck is too far Gamble with yo life and see how lucky you are The tre pound is silver My girlfriend will kill ya I skilled her, same way Leon did Matilda (Damn is that an Audemar?) Yeah I know you like the watch Put yo hands on it, Imma chop it up like Michael Watts Cuz they stare mine when I wear it shines I'll send you to hell on A.K. airlines [Chorus (2x)] [Bleu Da Vinci] Wat it do I'm in the Aston and its crip blue And I'm holdin on two fifths who, really want it with blue Im up in Brooklyn bankin' blocks with my Street Fam Got the heckla anystesie one touch and grab it then blam You fucks Know who I am, showin up at Summer Jam Bout a million 'round my neck Flossin I don't give a damn Im spendin money it ain't nuttin homey And I keep a choppa ready to buck Dont try to touch me homey Cuz I'm from off the block Where they sell that quarter rock Pust it up, up to an ounce No sleepin, up in the spot You can tell I'm a chip getta D.A. A hit straight game bangin rip nigga Get you issues if you trip nigga Runnin yo mouth I have them bullets bustin chasin down you lips nigga Make 'em flip when we hit 'em with the gauge And we spin'em sideways with the strays [Chorus (2x)] I sit 'em sideways With the A.K.'s Sit 'em sideways when we hit 'em with them strays Sit 'em sideways With the A.K.'s Sit 'em sideways when we hit 'em with them strays