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Ambulance Lyrics
[Fam-Lay] Uh!
[Pre-Hook - Fam-Lay]
If you hear a shot nigga, think of me!
Cause if there's a stressin there's no question I'm a ride
Just conceal my identity!
I'll fulfill my requests if you heard that I die
A thousand niggas jumping, a thousand niggas bowing
Niggas making money, a thousand niggas throwing
Thousand niggas slanging, a thousand niggas banging
Selling that H nigga, selling that caine
[Hook - Pharrell Williams] (8x)
Here come the amalance! (woo! woo! woo! woo! woo!)
[Verse - Fam-Lay]
Uh! Fam-Lay uhh! I bet you heard of me
But there's some cowards out there who tried to murder me
Now they got em in ICU Surgery
Cause I burnt their ass up to the 3rd degree
I got that H, I got that D
And if you need it homie you can get a pack from me
Word on the street is that them people after me
But I'm a scrambler, won't let em capture me
I got my bag, a case of gin
Pocket full of, tattoos all in my skin
We got gold teeth (uh) ducking them police
On the corner all night getting no sleep
This how we do, how real is this
I'm from Shark City, big fish eat little fish (Norfolk!)
This is my hood, and I'm a represent
I've been riding round wit shotguns ever since
[Pre-Hook - Fam-Lay]
If you hear a shot nigga, think of me!
Cause if there's a stressin there's no question I'm a ride
Just conceal my identity!
I'll fulfill my requests if you heard that I die
A thousand niggas jumping, a thousand niggas bowing
Niggas making money, a thousand niggas throwing
Thousand niggas slanging, a thousand niggas banging
Selling that H nigga, selling that caine
[Hook - Pharrell Williams] (8x)
Here come the amalance! (woo! woo! woo! woo! woo!)
[Verse - Fam-Lay]
Uh! Fam-Lay uhh! I bet you heard of me
But there's some cowards out there who tried to murder me
Now they got em in ICU Surgery
Cause I burnt their ass up to the 3rd degree
I got that H, I got that D
And if you need it homie you can get a pack from me
Word on the street is that them people after me
But I'm a scrambler, won't let em capture me
I got my bag, a case of gin
Pocket full of, tattoos all in my skin
We got gold teeth (uh) ducking them police
On the corner all night getting no sleep
This how we do, how real is this
I'm from Shark City, big fish eat little fish (Norfolk!)
This is my hood, and I'm a represent
I've been riding round wit shotguns ever since
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Verse - Fam-Lay]
Chicks is braiding hair, fellas out clocking
Chil'rin everywhere, old folks is out watching
Gotta be Traintogo in this harsh world
Full of nothing but hood niggas and park girls
We all down to ride, for that homicide
We prepared to go long as the drama ride
Run up on your roads, open your suicide door
Take the umbrella and treat it like a 2 by 4
We are ignorant, we don't give a shit
Fuck who started it long as we finish it
Come up to your club, got a thousand deep
All the six of us waking you out your sleep
I don't give a fuck, let the cor'ner pick em up
From what I did to em, left his corner spitting up
We could go to war, till the death of me
If you want beef, WE got the recipe
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Hook]
[Verse - Fam-Lay]
Chicks is braiding hair, fellas out clocking
Chil'rin everywhere, old folks is out watching
Gotta be Traintogo in this harsh world
Full of nothing but hood niggas and park girls
We all down to ride, for that homicide
We prepared to go long as the drama ride
Run up on your roads, open your suicide door
Take the umbrella and treat it like a 2 by 4
We are ignorant, we don't give a shit
Fuck who started it long as we finish it
Come up to your club, got a thousand deep
All the six of us waking you out your sleep
I don't give a fuck, let the cor'ner pick em up
From what I did to em, left his corner spitting up
We could go to war, till the death of me
If you want beef, WE got the recipe
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Verse - Fam-Lay]
Pharrell put me here, to put these streets on lock
Now that I'm in here, we can't be stopped (Star Trak!)
I'm a carry it raw, till the day I die
And keep it street, as days go by
I'm in erry spot, the rawest clubs
I'm on erry block, wit all the thugs
My family locked up, know what this about
Got enough couzins wit me to get you out
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
Pharrell put me here, to put these streets on lock
Now that I'm in here, we can't be stopped (Star Trak!)
I'm a carry it raw, till the day I die
And keep it street, as days go by
I'm in erry spot, the rawest clubs
I'm on erry block, wit all the thugs
My family locked up, know what this about
Got enough couzins wit me to get you out
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
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- 1.Intro (Grand Theft Ghetto: Shark City) (Missing Lyrics)
- 2.I’m Back (Missing Lyrics)
- 3.Like Me (Missing Lyrics)
- 4.Git Busy
- 5.Ain’t Gon Do Shit (Missing Lyrics)
- 6.Step Back
- 7.Shawty (Missing Lyrics)
- 8.Pop (Missing Lyrics)
- 9.Ambulance
- 10.Cup a Tea (Missing Lyrics)
- 11.We Ridin’ (Missing Lyrics)
- 12.Bang Bang
- 13.Count ’Em (Missing Lyrics)
- 14.Fresh N Drivin
- 15.Let’s Get Drunk (Missing Lyrics)
- 16.Pop Him (Missing Lyrics)
- 17.Boston 2 Virginia (Missing Lyrics)
- 18.Don’t Blow My High (Missing Lyrics)
- 19.Lucifer (Missing Lyrics)
- 20.Show You How to Do It (Missing Lyrics)
- 21.Stove Top (Missing Lyrics)
- 22.Hot (Missing Lyrics)
- 23.Outro
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Hovercraft Studios, Virginia Beach, VA
Release Date
2005
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