Rocks The World - Bring It On lyrics

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[Intro: Madam Scheez (J-Boo)]Yeah, uh, Madam Scheez up in this piece tonight (J-Boo baby)Yo J-Boo (whatup?) tell em what's crackin out here in these streets(Yeah you know how we do baby) QB to Cali baby, check it out, what[Madam Scheez]Hold down the fort with no fear, we all hereMassive, no mercy, call me worthy, the realest for realFind the time to recognize, look in the eyes of a prizeFuck around and ran across the baddest bitches aliveTake time to use caution, weigh out your optionsCuz ya'll falling off is too oftenI be the one to floss men like Mami's homeTime for big pimpin and the crime is on[J-Boo]I keep it thoro with these bars I spitLate night in the pit, bangin hit after hitAin't no tellin how I come smash on thisNY collabo, county stash on thisYeah we keep this shit bangin to the top of the lineWhoopty whoop, nigga what, at a drop of a dimeIt's the takeover, straight shaking em downGot em shook by the way my team breaking them down, so bring it on[Chorus: Madam Scheez (J-Boo)]Hot shit, bitches got it lockedWon't stop cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what)Real niggas came to rock the spotIt won't stop cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what)Hot shit, real bitches on the blockWon't stop, cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what)Real niggas came to rock the spotIt won't stop cuz it don't stop (bringin it on, what)[Madam Scheez]I be like the checkmaster, here to help this pawnGot my mind crumped tight, once again it's onRedbone, too much, knicky knock when I bustSpit shit, get shit, but it's never enoughMadam Scheez, nigga please, ain't no fadin me blackYa'll suckas keep on hating cuz I got it like thatCome on, I be the one to rock, rock your bodyHit up the club and turn out the party[J-Boo]You can jump up in the pit that you feel the flamesYou know the code, never go against the grainAnd I'mma ride to the death of you got my backAny bitch tryin to front gon get blazed with thatJust hit em up, let your soul lift upIt ain't a game, we can all get buckBut when it comes to these streets, you be pressing your luckStick and move baby, that's whats up[Chorus][Madam Scheez]Real bitches make the world go roundAnd, uh, real niggas steady holdin it downAnd, uh, punk snitches get a whole in the groundAnd hood rat bitches stay strictly hood boundI'm like the fly type, always hangin with the guy typeDo or die hype, on the grind to get the cash rightThe right type, seems I'm going in the limelightBrining on heat harder then the concrete[J-Boo]Yeah you know I stay reppin my blockQB, throw it up, we be blowin the spotWith my westside pretty thug, bangin em outBig Scheez baby, holdin it down[Madam Scheez]Without a doubt[J-Boo]Unstoppable, who you know fuckin with this?Ain't no click alive comin harder than thisSo bring it on, or we could just thug it all outI'm on my grind in the bricks baby, holding it down[Chorus X2][Outro: Madam Scheez (J-Boo)]Yeah, Big Scheez, J-Boo, QB to Cali collabo(Rocks The Worlds baby, for life