Testi musica canzoni

Master p singing:

Tru niggas love weed and hoes

Silkk talking:

Yeah nigga
Shit's real in the streets.
Shit's real in the city.
Everybody out there.
Ya'll know it's real. (whomp!)
Tell em how we live in the city.

Verse 1 (fiend) :

Fuck excusing and asking, you better take a look at my past tense
I aint had shit, it's a new orleansas ax accent
Laugh when you heard the slowest slurs in my word
Didn't think that the southerens could make you dance to the curb
Nerve, my word sent in my earb,
Getting excited to make your money what its worth
Nigga act like you aint heard, sleepy eye is the tone
Get it on jones, about to bring it own home
Ship me then i'm gone, workin best for the loan
Started with a song, longer money and roam
Fuck anything wrong, you certified gone
I got one lil' homie that'll take it to your nose

Chorus: ( fiend)

It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city
Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me

It's dangerous in our city
Nobody can tame us in our city
You aint heard? we got gangstas in our city
Bangers in our city, and niggas ready to war if you try to rip me

Verse 2: (silkk)

I hop out the blue jeep with the two seats
The drama don't stop thats why i cock at least two heat
All with the slang, all my niggas deep in the game
We keep the heat when we hang, you know the streets that i claim
Nigga i'm just so bad, i rob a bank with no mask



Amung killers and dealers all my niggas about that toe tag
The life style i live nigga is so fast,
If the rap ever stop