Testi musica canzoni

[Intro]
Niggas just love tha cash Shake down niggas say yea 1-9 niggas love tha cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo B-K no oh oh oh

[Verse 1]
You aint gotta love what I do like what I do but chu gon respect what I do I don't like nothin about chu frontin about chu we gon get money without chu when shakedown come throught who u gon run to had my money we gon hunt chu clak clak show you what tha gun do my murder game like a Roy Jones one, two now when tha funs due who still gonna front chu son dude you might get snuffed on a humble might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble and cause hazard to ya hustle knew it wasn't hard to touch you especially when a bark bark got a muzzle to make tha sound mumble chi chi Brook-land muscle is a always prepaired for scuffles see I must do what I must do niggas screamin fuck me well nigga fuck you

[Chorus]
May I keep a little something for G's and make a few ends while i breeze throught tha late night shift on some late night shit while tha gangstas roam May I keep a little something for tha G's and make a few ends while i breeze throught tha late night shift on some late night shit while ya momma aint home

[Verse 2]
My mercedes sittin on A-M-Gs sqeeze three A-Ds til they M-T seen lately its a style to hate me but even when im inside im cool like a AC tha nickelback sole in tha park they paid me tha P-Js get shot up they blame me ya bitch wanna real nigga, she page me i'm tha voice of brooklyn, you crazy questions need to be answered sexy rap niggas need to be a advance, i'm cancer kill a nigga in a matter of days use a du-rag then I rattle in ways exclusive aw shake a celeb out i'm elelusive got new guns cant wait to use em althought I step all slow get respect alsohold all texts im all pro

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You aint gotta love what i do like what i do but chu gon respect