Текст песни 415 - 41fivin, слова песни 415

Текст песни 415 - 41fivin

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(They don`t get any bigger than this)(Ain`t no half-steppin)(They don`t get any bigger than this)(Ain`t no half-steppin)(They don`t get any bigger than this)(Ain`t no half-steppin)(Till you get to Colombia)(Ain`t no half-steppin)[ VERSE 1: Richie Rich ]This one is dedicated to the posseThe founder, the author of `Niggas Just Jock Me`The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweetFuck the bullshit, the man makes beatsThe Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the DMy road dog, the man Slick Money415 complete, that`s itA new year`s resolution to make hits`89 my pen and paper were taxedBut see in `90, my shit is comin on waxMoney put together right, so we could use itTalent so damn tight, we make musicLoc, a mic artist, straight sinisterDJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime MinisterThe J the E the D, straight lethalBut in the `90s he`s goin legalThose who don`t know will soon be realizinThat the crew is just 41Fivin[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ](Ain`t)[ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ]415 is the code to the EastsideSo if you`re not strong, fold to the weak sideLoc`s got the ammo, I ride the tankDaryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bankAll from the Oaktown, but different spotsDon`t catch a bullet, punk, it`s way hotThe stage belongs to the crew that`s on itSo think about the funk before you say that you want itBecause we came to do a show and we do it legitAnd we packed along a posse just to kill up shitSee, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plugYou catch a hot one when you`re fuckin with a thugWe don`t play that shit, we believe in survivalBut we`ll cold catch a murder beef when we`re 41Fivin[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ](Ain`t no half-steppin)(1-2-3-4)[ VERSE 3: D-Loc ]Hey yo, kick back, take a seat, let a big mackPut some muthafuckin game to the dope trackI don`t mean to interrupt, but yo RichI gotta put some shit to this dope cutCause I`m a lyricist, I`m on a risinHere to let em know I be 41FivinStep up or press up, you might mess upThe program, because the Locster is fed upI`m on a mission to give em what they`re missinAnd tell you what you`re lackin, boy, I mean businessStupid muthafuckas play me close, but hell noI couldn`t be touched even if you tried to bumrushA rat pack, niggas better step backSteppin to the Locster and gets jackedThat`s how it is when you`re fuckin with meBut much worse when you`re fuckin with the 415 posseI just limp like a pimp, grab my dickWobble to the phone, then call up RichI tell him like this: "Yo, I got some funkSo page Slick Money and meet me at the studio"DJ Daryl`s with me with no delayRich pulls up with a trunk full of throwawaysWe slap the clip in the nine, now the punchlineRan up on the enemies and started 41Fivin[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ](Ain`t)(Shot his wife and her lawyer)[ VERSE 4: D-Loc ]Time to break east, I hear sirensMan, I hate those punk policeI`m finna lounge in the cut and duck oneI popped his ass and that was just for funThat`s what the muthafucka get for playin a roleHe stepped to me and then I ran up his assholeNow I got a murder beef, they can`t catch meI`m on the loose in the Oakland streetsHustlin, and man, it ain`t easySo a nigga like me gets greedyI need all I can get, no bullshitI won`t stop until I feel the muthafuckin ???If that mean straight killin and jackinRobbin and stealin - well hey, that`s what`s happeninSee, I don`t bite the tongue for no oneI ain`t lyin, I`m just 41Fivin[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ](Ain`t no half-steppin)(They don`t get any bigger than this)[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ](4) (1) (5 minutes of funk)[ VERSE 5: Richie Rich ]Yo Loc, I hate police, and that`s treacherousI`m on the run too but man, they ain`t catchin usI got too many bitches in the Oakland streetsUse for hide-outs when I sense the heatSee, a murder ain`t shit when a brother stays packinLoose on the streets, gettin his money on stackinSucker wanna run up, cowards, you get poppedI`m on a rampage and can`t be stoppedAnd the one who tries, to the dirt he`ll be divinCause Double R don`t joke when he`s 41Fivin(These singers, man, I tell you)[ VERSE 6: D-Loc ]Rich, I`m in the game, man, all about stackinRollin with the posse at night but I`m packinCan`t turn my back for niggas tryin to gat me upCause on the real tip, I don`t give a fuckNever mind the name, just admit itI`m a mack to the heart, so come with itNigga, be down to astound the worldYou won`t be shit if you don`t pimp the `white girl`Sellin dope is basically what I`m sayinI`m comin up cause muthafuckas keep payinFor my product, cause yo, I gives a fuck about a jobArtist workin 9 to 5 hardestI make more in a day than you a monthYou can do the same, but you`re scared of the game, punkBroke bastard need to be strivinLike me, or 41Fivin(It`s good to see you back again)(You know too much to live!- I wasn`t going to saying anything!)(I) (I wasn`t going to say anything!)(I told em nothing!)(I) (I told em no-)(I told em nothing)(Please don`t ??? him, don`t ??? him, please)( *screams, laughter* )(It was so sick)(Be guided by what he says)

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