Testi musica canzoni

[Shawnna]

Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they
baby daddies locked

in the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did
wrong

Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock
with his wig gone

Sellin rock on the big phone

In the projects niggaz run up on your set with
the tech' out

Leave you wet with you chest out

Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a
never realer nigga

Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a
nigga

Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac

Me and my bitches all strapped

Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac

Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks
(OOH-OOOH!)

Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole
melon

Now with the murderers are known felons

I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga
shock a nigga

Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga

Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip
clubs

Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin

If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss
for the big ones

Then you get you a big gun

Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye
if it's on bitch

Put it straight to yo' dome heads

Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers,
hoes, hustlers

Bangers - niggaz that with them real
motherfuckers like whoa!

[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]

It's real real - on the block I been up for days

I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga
wanna get in the way

So now what's the deal deal? On the street you
got nothin to say

So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him
(WHAT!)

Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!)

[Twista]

Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs

in ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my
homies locked down

to whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with
22's on big trucks

To my thugs that call over to they mob

And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and
cocaine

To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to

they will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a
nigga cut a nigga

Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow
motherfucker nigga

Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and
weed it up

And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone

full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it
up

Got you fillin the hole then go see your body

probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz
rollin up

Up the streets stuffed the beats

So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes,

Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and
them 20's spinnin

Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard
times

K-Town, West side, South side

Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to
kick a hard rhyme

Whatever set you represent throw it up

If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin
shirt off

Dealers get your work off; you wanna party

full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta
niggaz chill niggaz

Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real
niggaz

[Chorus]

[Shawnna]

I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry
tryin to compete me

I'm from the hood South side, West side

where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my
enemy

Motown, Pucketown, do or die

The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a
gangsta

One's thug in a chamber

Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and
then forget a nigga

Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker
nigga

Puff that say you love that

We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac

Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back

Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks

and it's speakin like, Wow, that, blunt let me
hit the weed

Cause I been feelin like

fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a
nigga

Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a
nigga

Crush that put it on momma

On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff
marijuana

To the Shawnna and put it on ya

Flows who you froze in a comma

We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business

Flows in yo' dome in an instance

Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and
the fo's

and the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes
and God!

[Chorus] - repeat 2X