Текст песни 3X Krazy f Richie Rich - Thug Money
3X Krazy f Richie Rich - Thug Money слова песни
*(Ager Man & Bart)*Mobb life mutha fucka!(It`s Mobbin life)Eh man is this that Blunt Funk?(That One Step Beyond bombation shit)Yeah.(You know what I`m sayin`? 3 Times mutha fuckin` Krazy nigga!Where the fuckin` money?!Where the fuckin` money nigga?!(Blunt Funk entertainment. You know what I`m sayin` bitch?)Verse 1 *(Bart of 3X Krazy)*I hits the block walk wit a Techa zip in my pocket350 rocket to get up out of the casesmove, get away cleanest if the po-po`s try to beat usfor the funk won`t leave you breathin`I`ve been married since a fetus3 Tia fo Lia! (3 Times for life)The 100 blocks got it sewedput your lips in my business and get them mutha fuckas mowedmy game is to be soldno suckas when I rollyou comin` at me crazy juss to get yo lips swole like pop gumgivin` up lumps and bumps so I`m non-stopwhen I dumpin` hot ones out the droppull around and get you moppedput the Mobb against a series of haterstied up in a knot wit instigatorsstart speakin` fo playasI got my front porch sewed upthe feds chasin`through the back roots, cuts an stretchI got no time for no patienceKeek hittin` fencesA-G bailin` through the treesI was keyedso it`s basic that you make it on your tee`s nigga!Uh.Chorus *(3X Krazy)* 4xThe Thug Moneythe drug moneythe mud money, bet yo blood, and it`s stuff under the rug money.Verse 2 *(Ager Man of 3X Krazy)*Smokin` some of that green dope smashin` through the East5-0 couldn`t even catch where I was in the Chevy wit hella speedhopped up out my vehicseen cops hidin` in the treesslapped my mutha fuckin` Mac-10 cuz them P.D.`s they will bleedin my back pocket is a Radio Shack C.B.watchin` my back be lil Steve, signal me when they leavecuz niggas ain`t goin` down no mo`for the 9-6 fuck the 4fuck off fully both of they doewit nitro gas for the murda showget to they shop, and hit the back doorsome of you niggas don`t really knowreal killas don`t need a, 4-4 to make that niggas, head blowput bombs in his pick upI bet ya`ll niggas won`t see him no mo`cuz when that mutha fucka blowno come back, everybody gonna go.Verse 3 *(Keek Tha Sneek of 3X Krazy)*For the Thug Moneythey jack a nigga for nothin`I be leavin` you dead in the alleythis kill a 5-0 Califor the 9-6these woody-wood all in my mixbust a nigga upside his head for arguin` wit a bitchI think I`m tired of these woodiesso I gathered up a million niggasand burned them Big WilliesStraps! I need to find some fullysand a gang that is sure to clean your crowdpistol let off repeatedimmediateyblack and white drop ridin` through the spotand tryin` to stop my flow, cashso I gotta get that assthey radioed a rigg upso I`m on feet like ???plus I`m a getawaytell the crew, put my shit awaychange my descriptionand fired up a C.F.A.crooked cop cameI-LL-Aeverythang went on thugs in the O-A fuckin` Kthey, know the Athey ended Dthe enemyand these house niggas, and peckerwoods harrassin` meso I`m harrassin` backhot on the roof top wit my gatFuckin` blast it!Splat!Suspect he dressed in blackIleft `em layin` flatghetto bird don`t know where I`m attucked under and sneakin` on another fuckin` task money.*(Chorus)* 4xVerse 4 *(Richie Rich)*>From the cradle to the gravin`misbehavin`like a fuckin` stowawaytrunk full of throw-awaysGlocksTech`sAP`sMac`sfuck wit `ol skool Richie Rich you get you ass taxednigga Hitler was a killerFrank War was a mackfor all my years in the game I got so many gatsnigga it`s for the race wardon`t wanna face moreniggas than I can handleblowin` `em out like candleshave you ever seen a nigga work a thirty-eightfor the, drug moneyto stuff under the rug moneyRich and 3 Timesniggas thought it wrongit`s Blunt Funk for the scratchonce again it`s onI hate to kill, but I will for the skrillinto my section, for the leathal injectionAK-47, hundred round gas-aholicsmokin` these clips and can`t call itNigga!*(Chorus)* 4xNigga!