tand for Something by Chip Banks f/ One Eye, tha Outlawz [Intro:] Yeah, Outlawin it Fuckas aint ready for this Thug Life, like that Where you at? Fuck y'all
[Young Noble] It ain't nuthin but a thug thing Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no Please Young No', let 'em go I wan't mo' Go to the game in befo' Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit Do that shit, Outlawz comin equipped Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip Watch this Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip Watch this, eat a dick, bitch
[Napolean] I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter This Napolean, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya Hard be out crowd will make em the squad Probaly burn the shit apart, Napolean, Mr. Bonaparte The part of war you can call art And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark You faggot ass low heart ass nigga
[Chorus: Tha Outlawz]
Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get, Hit with every last bullet up in the clip
Stand for something, don't fall for nothin Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich So yo come with some better shit
[One Eye] Life, bright lights and guns Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline Slangin dimes, bangin that one time I've done mine, one frime after the other one Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb Another dumb nigga thinkin they come? That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin
[Chip Banks] Ay yo One Eye, Ya got Banky out here on the west Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps Better yet, who you aimin it at Cuz I'mma wanna know, where ya knuckle games at Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother
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[Outro:] Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight Come with some better shit, word up Chip Banks, done birth Fuckin world up Strife doin nigga, Cream Team Where my Harlem niggas at? East side, East West Coast, word up word up Out there, for all ya Word up Fuckin word nigga Told ya niggas it's cominTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
