Текст песни 50 Cent f Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (G-Unit - A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P.
50 Cent f Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (G-Unit - A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P. слова песни
[Skip]Everytime I`m in the kitchen, you in the kitchenLet me finish this brick, `fore you put that fish inListen, I know we just came from fishinBut I`m on a mission, you see, there`s money that I`m missinI got `em posted, so the move and I`m gonna murder y`allYou and all the trouble goin through by servin y`allAnd only cause my man heard of y`allOther than that, shit, y`all won`t get served at all[Tony Yayo]I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimpI went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minksAnd yo my neck upgraded, my wrist`s upgradedI stay C of F, I ain`t got time for JacobI`m still on the strip, tryin to get my grims offNigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand offI put a hole in your grill, with the nine milDressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal[Chorus] - 2XLittle bit of dust, little bit of cocaineLittle bit of dro, little bit of heroineA little bit of ecstacyThat`s why your bitch want to be next to meWe sell a little bit a everything[Young Buck]I put the two Mags, up to your doo ragAnd rockaby baby, I`m in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chaseI never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert EagleA make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my peopleWe got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needlesNeed to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaperShit I ain`t new to this, I met this air stewardessWho knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga[Lloyd Banks]Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laserAnd the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razorYour hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named TayshaAnd the swallow game majorThese cowards ain`t gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreamsAnd they ain`t fill ins, they fiendsPlus they rat, and it`s too hot to chill in the sunMy pops 39 years old, and still on the run[Chorus][Juvenile]Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want cokeWodie what you want, you want X, you want droShit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo`You feelin` hot and moist, I even get you a hoIf you don`t got no whip, I get you a carIf you don`t got no skills, I get your some moreMy nigga we don`t cut it, we serve it rawGot anythin you want, play us awful hard[50 Cent]My 22`s bling, so niggaz scheme745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to locMethod cut the coke, 50 no jokeI ain`t "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don`t give a fuck Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duckWith a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through yaIf you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya[Chorus]