Testi musica canzoni

ft. Black Rob, P-Diddy[Black Rob][Mumbling][G-Dep]Really, Get smacked silly, you get smacked sillyFucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna doWhen you ready, shit I was born ready, And I was all ready on fish and spaghettiCreep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vultureIf I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inchesI see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit yaIf not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permitsWe own the city, on the phone with Diddy (* Phone Sounds*)Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own tittyPut it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we goGet you ticket, the train, don't miss it, Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visitTill my whole wardrobe is-it listen[Chorus][G-Dep & Black Rob (Puffy)]Make this moneyTake this money (Let's get it)Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it)Ain't shit funny (uh)Shake it honey (Let's get it)Take it moneyNow let's get it (Let's get it)[G-Dep]Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equalFront butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cookWith the game and the soldiers sit, When I came, the game that I owed you oneWide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinkingWatch the task force task for look MarlboroIt's a big chance, big pants, Might guard him with my man's a type barberBetter learn quick, cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are youFor we take off make sure that your seatedBillboard read it believe it[Chorus][G-Dep]Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they olderI put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quotaGive some baking soda and a quotaMan I flow straight up out the water, I'm break this game till it say out of orderWho's the high scorer, then tear the floor upOn the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour busDo what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks coolerAll the five quarters, headline supporters, Hitting wives and daughtersBrought a neck spray from Esate LaudersCall Puffy to order[P-Diddy]Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city, Send the cops, the feds and D.A to come get meCats wanna leave me for dead you coming with meGet head in the Bentley red at one fiftyStraight lose it, love two things my money my musicMight co-write and produce itDrop mine, hot 9 exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce didDeuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problemMake raps and tracks and go HarlemGet worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggageYa love itMake moves major, hide out in Asia, If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze herI'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gatorsNOT GUILTYPlus I'm filthyC'mon[Chorus][Black Rob (Puffy)]I be the east side Soprano, Rob MarcianoFlow in their channel with the opposite handleForty-five sparks turn your day gray flannelSnatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantleCan't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob, Quit they day jobTired of putting broke niggas under the wingIf I go to jail again I'm going under the bingAct like you gonna pull that thing, thingYou the only one who gets played for bling, blingI represent eight blocks and sing-singAlmost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer QueensMoves for paper, moves no chaserBullets out the blazer four-fifths with laserCome and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it(We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) [Chorus x3]more