Текст песни 50 Cent f G-Unit - Cradle 2 The Grave Soundtrack
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[50]Yeah.. Sha, you ready? Drop thatFerrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)I`ma show `em how I do it (yeah, yeah)G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!I keep hearin` niggas is happy, the D`s come, niggas wit gunsWhen I`m out on bail, ridin` wit` some new onesBig got hit in that passenger seatPac got hit in that passenger seatNow I`m ridin` `round in that passenger seatCome near the whip, I`m blastin` my heatIt don`t take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin` to sink inThe consequences mean nothin`, those semi auto`s is bustin`Crack sellin`, predicate villain, spit big words but I can`t spell `emThat`ll keep your punk ass from tellin` That I got that nine and that fo`-fo`, the H2 on double foursBullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how `bout yoursSouthside tatted on my backMy last gun shipment got the whole hood strappedNow all I got is two 380`s and a nineNigga you can knock and tell the cops but you`re dyin`[Chorus - repeat 2X]You`re thicker than waterOuch! twizzy wizzy waYou`re thicker than waterOuch! twizzy wizzy waYou`re thicker than waterOuch! twizzy wizzy waYou can be a Blood or a CripNigga, you bitchFollow Me[Tony Yayo]I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiendsBut now I`m eatin` caviar instead of pork and beansI`m in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo` fiveY`all niggas wanna die?I got a love affair, wit` violence and gunsSo this is for them gangstas, rep` where you fromWhen I got O`d up, my heart turned colderThat`s why the mac react like a king cobraNow I`m jumpin` out of Rovers, in Gucci loafersY`all niggas wanna stun? I`ll bury you cockroachesGimme one year, in this industryI`ll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Still walk around wit` the hammer bossRope and a crossHard times`ll make a lil` nigga hate Santa ClausYour mountains is high, holdin` in Diana RossI`m like a 2003 banana PorscheI don`t gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cutThey on my dick, `cause I make groupies set off a fire truckMy team in the cutt, packin` middle thingsI got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento KingsIt`s 8 class karats in the borderI poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorderI`m a savage on your daughterShe ain`t in the college dormThen I guess I`m squirtin` on the cabin that you bought herI`m a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarterBrown colored from shit, he established in the waterYou got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan baseJust `cause you pour syrup on shit, don`t make it pancakes[Chorus]