[Intro]Yeah, yeah, yeah!Blast Gang in this mutha****a...Money...Power...[Verse 1]You all ready know!tell my fans that the wait is over!Blast Gang, bitch we takin' over! (Bawo)Lil Dre, a.k.aSoulja...so much money in my pockets, bitchI thoughtI told ya! (Blast!)Now BlastGang gone inBeast mode. (Beast mode)Right pocket's onC-Notes (C-Notes)...Got it lock from theWest to theEast coast. (Bawo)Swisher sweet in the kush that how we smoke. (Bawo)I hit the mall, spent aG today (spent a G today)...cashed out like i'ne need the cake (i'ne need the cake)...Niggas talkin likeBeezy fake (beezy fake?)...tryna count my pockets like "what Beezy ate". (what Beezy ate?)Its not a question if i'm strapped mayne (if i'm strapped mayne)...fifteen whenI dove in the rap game (rap game).Two straps ****ed back likeMax Payne...Niggas askin whats the word, bitch itsBlast Gang![Chorus]Gone TearIt Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeahBoy gone tear it up! [x2]Bitch we gonna tear it up.Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up![Verse 2]My snap back on some custom shit (Custom shit)...These other niggas on someBusta shit! (on some busta shit)I swear, a broke nigga make me sick (make me sick)...Thats a why a nigga so arrogant.And they couldn't find a residence (residence)...got a young nigga feelin like the president (i'm walkin).Every timeI drop them niggas copy me (copy me)...I swear toGod them niggas watchin me (watchin me).I ain't a door so why they knockin me? (why they knocking me?)On every thingI love, ain't no stoppin me. (Ain' no stoppin me)Yeah, BlastGang gettin paid still (paid still)...I might chill, blow aL with youngL...4-G I done spent like one mill (Bawo!)...My record label spent bout ten mill (Cash!)...when the smoke clears the young nigga still here (Swag!)...Blast Gang in ya damn ear![Chorus]Gone TearIt Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeahBoy gone tear it up! [x2]Bitch we gonna tear it up.Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up![Verse 3]I hear him talkin,Soulja Boy; a young flashy nigga. (Flashy)But keep ya mouth closed if ya talkin digits (talkin digits),Multiple vehiclesBitch, just to match my fitteds (match my fitteds)...And BlastGang still blastin *****s! (still blastin *****s)two-eighty; thats how fast the newAudi go (Audi go).Wear them blue diamonds likeMario (like Mario)...Homey, ***** chose i'ne want the hoe (i'ne want the hoe).The world is mine, *****I want this hoe (want this hoe).Haters access get denied...on the red carpet, no quote required (soulja).All these rappers make me laugh, lookin' hell-a tired (hell-a tired).Then this mornin'I got hell-a fried (hell-a fried).Said a prayer, thenI got back to the dolla signs (Dolla signs)....I got hell-a toughts in my mind (in my mind).Like 40 million thatI can't touch (can't touch)...Any place, any time, ***** an what.[Chorus]Gone TearIt Up, yeah boy gone tear it up! yeahBoy gone tear it up! [x2]Bitch we gonna tear it up.Yea boy we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up.Yea we gone tear it up, yeah boy we gone tear it up! yeah boy we gone tear it up!
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Albert William Lee (21 de diciembre de 1943) es un guitarrista inglés. Ha trabajado con una gran cantidad de músicos y bandas de diversos géneros. También ha llevado a cabo una carrera en solitario y es un notable compositor y director musical. Su padre fue…
