[Sticky Fingaz] Follow my footsteps, used to ante up for a nickel sack From Vange Hill to Moon, you touch me, I got to get you back Roll on the stolen V's with he-ho chase you Cop a six more time, and 3 years probation We be offender, bender, no retreat, no surrender I'm the number one contender I got a new game plan, strictly sportin name brand Layin in the pound hunted, footin through your town blunted On some shit that get you burnt throats Amputated all the turn coats, and get cremated Never been B-rated, my 5 plated, is how I get fights I have your family driving in the daytime wit they head lights
[Chorus: All City] I'm daily thinkin of a life gleamin That life we in, how to obtain, and what's the meanin The fact that cash rules, these last days We the last crews, my present wars and my past rules True soldier, no matter the goal We gettin closer, for bitch ass niggas, it's just about over I'm in it for the long haul, this goes out To all my true livin dogs and my SOHO
[Fredro Starr] Don't talk about it, make it happ' Don't fake it chap The hennecy act, got you light gat You wanna block, try to hold nine Son you livin on my time, don't try to Overshine Play your p, play your position I stay with G, stay on a mission Precisely, good, wit game, I'm nicely Shifftee son, still shiesty You in your eight fifty, ridin shotgun If you can count your money, you ain't got none And bitches beat they game tight Baby, get the name right, see G. comin, like a train light And niggas be don pretending But I'm armed and bendin, so they can get the John Lennon Hundred dollar gator players Silk shirts and champagne, don't know a thing about the damn game
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[Sonsee] My artistic creation, or decoration will set the nation With AlphaStation of lyric lacin, for all occasions Engagements and events, for big dollars and cents Makin niggas past tense, it's consequence All I see around me, makes up the place But if you don't hold down your space, you quickly get erased Don't waste, a thought, thinkin I ain't gon' be bringin the guns that grants hole To my body, dead and stinkin Watch as I back draft, on the last glass, and trap crash Catch the hash blast, when I puff the black wrath Learn the tricks of the trade, to be self made Those who slept, stay where they started and got played
[Chorus] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
