[38 Spesh] A yo I'm wanted dead by niggas that never killed nothing Can't stop, I'm still hustling, not gonna change topics Think it's time we deal with the real subject Niggas quick to destroy cause they never built nothing Come on, ask me some grown shit You'd rather ask me for a loan You see a nigga own? Instead of getting game, you'd rather ask me to hold shit And bone pick with the ones that actually own shit Every nigga in my faculty holding You can't expect hospitality from the homeless I still be rapping about old shit, but truth be told, I would hate to go back on them road trips Got a shooter that's gonna clap 'till it's over Tеn grand on your head, two for twenty like thе Applebee's poster If it's beef, I would have to need closure It's like World War II when you was the Japanese soldier, motherfucker
[Ché Noir] Celebrating, come pour a drink, all white attire Drink ace of spades like it's Poland Spring Had a drunk man's vision with sober dreams I'm slow to speak, quick to listen, not pay attention But I sold it cheap, I had to set the mood I gave the naked truth, wore my heart on my sleeve Treat the booth like a dressing room, every illustration It's like my mind texting news, my pen is penetrating It's like I'm having sex with you Look, we was young wives that made us rich My crew remind you a drumline cause we come with sticks Niggas know when it's crunch time, that'll make you fit Every verse come with punchlines that'll make you flinch, yeah My shooters bring death to you from one stare Trigger finger moves look like I'm telling you to come here Niggas throw threats, expecting you to run scared We chop bodies and send the rest to you with one airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
