Текст песни 50 Cent f Bravehearts, Nas - Guess Who`s Back?
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* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1 - Nas]Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and flossPour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up northReminisce on the deceased who no longer existOnly wishin` we could bring them back with songs like disOld flicks on us chillin` wit da old time clickHoldin` nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we riskHow it use to be, early morn, pumpin` in shiftsJakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariestThey handcuff me, they knew my government and aliasVarious calls were made up for awarin` usThe D`s in the marked vans and cabsIn our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who fortyTurnin` out young lady`s and make them make thoughtiesGot them coked out, the hood is bugged outThug babies, famous in they strollersBefore they walk they knew the hood talkIt`s in the air of New YorkSo everybody`ll pick em up, kissin em upTreatin` them like they own, in dis hood we call homeFist fight till we grown and these guns come outCircle of life, it`s kinda deep how we end out.[Chorus]Yo them niggas that wanted beef beforeDon`t want no beef no moNow that they know who I rep withQB NIGGA!!!Who I rep withQB NIGGA!!! (repeat)[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]Ya`ll niggas better sober up before ya`ll speak to me, don`t come at me highLast rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eyeNow if I say I`m gone get you, I`ma get yaOn da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit yaYou find out them niggas who wit ya ain`t even wit yaAfter da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch yaPeep how I use words to paint picturesPeep how I got niggas with bodies askin` me for ten cents to got hit yaLook my name up in the law book, Curtis JacksonKnown for creatin` action, by rapidly clappin`Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gatsGot a tech I call Tina, a nine I name NinaTwo niggas went to see Allah afta they seen herThis QB shit, bout to take me to da next levelNext crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.It`s that real.[Chorus][Verse 3 - Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna warI got a four four, pierce ya`ll niggas jawYou see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness StoutHopin` out the Range wit da gun outSmack your man down, you ran offI was gonna hit him with two, I left some for youI put four, QB rugged and rawI got somethin` for these rap cats, fish held back gatsScope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on itShine don`t scheme on it, I make your dream about itForever, whatever whatever get gullyShots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly offBreak ya`ll clowns offYo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don`t give a fuck who you beMillennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me.I mastered the art of slap boxin` niggas in da darkQB`s big man, Horse of the BraveheartsI`m da Sasquash of rap, collector of gatsTestin` macks at your bulletproof vests and hats.How bout that, guns bust off, I bust backWhen trucks backfire, I bust backHow bout that, stomp a muhfuckin` rib out ur backYa`ll niggas ain`t gangsta rap, ya`ll click like Josey and the PussycatsWhen we come around da front, stop.Uh huh, ya`ll can`t fuck around ya`ll get droppedWhen guns pop, who`s tellin`Twin barrel nines wavin` and yellin`, QB NIGGA WHATTwo-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da domeSend a nigga back, get da shells, go straight homeNever slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deepCan`t sleep, cousin to death, makes me weakPullin` triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop upWiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up.[Chorus 2]Them niggas that wanted war beforeDon`t want no war no moNow that they know who I rep witQB NIGGA!!