Testi musica canzoni

[Talking]

Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit
nigga

[Chorus]

You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get
SLAPPED for that

You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get
CLAPPED for that

If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that

Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED
for that

[Verse 1]

Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in
on it

The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on
it (yeah)

If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street

No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with
heat (woo)

You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm
trees

Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys

Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the
yay

Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you
just ok

I take the stand under oath and lie

Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry

Or watch time go by

Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab

In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed
'em, deserve to die

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2]

You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out
(yeah)

Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)

You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run
nigga (yeah)

You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)

Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga
for his rolee

And after being on the street, less than a week

Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good

Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood

Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the
nilly (squeeze that shit)

A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the
philly

I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita

My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her

It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need
her

If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta
see her

She tried to front like she don't need me, she
miss me, believe me

It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too
much TV

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3]

Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP
FRONTIN')

Them little bit of chips you got son, (AINT
NOTHIN')

I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')

You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN'
NOTHIN')

Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip

When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the
script

Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips

So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit

You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind

Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99

Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools
to succeed

Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can
read

If you've been listening, I know you've been
loving what I said

If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head

[Chorus - 2X]

[singing in background until fade]