Текст песни 50 Cent - Who U Rep With
50 Cent - Who U Rep With слова песни
Текст песни 50 Cent - Who U Rep With
[Nas]Had talked to the rich ones who flash and flosspour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up northreminisce on the deceased who no longer exsistonly wishin we could bring em back with songls like thisold flicks of us chillin with the old time cliqueshold the nine start some death not our lives we risk( )how it used to be, early morn pumpin in shiftsjakes with pale faces and the night is the scariestthey handcuffed me, they knew my government and aliasvarious calls were made up for awarin usthe deeds in the marked vans and cabs in our landhood rats get stabbed by niggas who fortyturnin out young ladies and makin athourity(?)got em coked outthe hood is bugged out thug babiesfamous in they strollersbefore they walked they knew the hood talkits in the air of New Yorkso everybody would pick em up, kissin em uptreatin em like they own, in this hood we call homefist fight till we grown, then these guns come outcirlce of life, its kinda deep how we turn out[50 Cent](chorus)Ay yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no morenow that they know who i rep with (QB nigga)who i rep with (QB nigga)yo them niggas that wanted beef before don't want no beef no morenow that they know who i rep with (QB nigga)who i rep with (QB nigga)[50 Cent]Y'all niggas better sober up before you speek to me don't come at me highlast rapper that raised his voice at me got jacked in the eyenow if i say i'm gonna get ya i'ma get ya on the strip in the infiniteat long range i can hit yayou find out them niggas that witchya ain't even witchyaafter the gem start splittin you need an md to stitch yapeep how i use words to paint picturespeep how i got niggas with bodies askin me for 10 cent to go hit yalook my name up in the law book: Curtis Jacksonknown for creatin action, by rapidly clappinnigga i stay strapped, so much i nick-name gatsgot a teh i call Tina/a nine i name Ninatwo niggas went to see a loft an they seen herthis QB shit bout to take me to the next levelnext crib, next benz, next bitch, next bezzleits that real(chorus)[Bravehearts]Ay yo who the fuck wanna war?i gotta four-four penetrate y'all niggas jawyou see me thugged out, iced out, gettin stylehopin out the range with the gun outsmack your man down you ran offi was gonna hit em with two, left some for youi put four, QB rugged and rawi got sumthin for the rap catsfish tailed back gatsscope with a beam on itloaded put your cream on itshine on scheme on iti make em dream about it for everwhatever whateverget gullied, shots through your leather and clothwhen you scurry off, wake y'all clowns upyo hollow tips will fight yo jacketi don't give a fuck who you bemillennium thug, now who the fuck wanted beef?I master the artof slap boxin niggas in the darkQB's big man horse of the bravehearti'm the sasquatch of rapcollector of gatstest the macs on your bullet proof vests and hatshow bout thatguns bust off i bust backwhen trucks backfire i bust backhow bout that?stomp a mutha fuckin rib out your backy'all niggas ain't gansta rapyour clique like josie and the pussy catswhen we come around the front stopy'all can't fuck around you'll get droppedwhen guns pop, whos tellin?twin barrel nines wavin and yellinQB nigga what?two time fellonstraight for the mellon, straight for the domesend a nigga back, get the shells, go straight homenever slip, my ill will to survive is so deepcan't sleep cause of the death, makes me weekpullin triggers at my shadowsbravehearts pop upWheres Jungle and Horse shot yo block up(chorus)