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A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas

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Текст песни A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas - Underground Life

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[ INTRO: Fat Joe ]Yeah, yeahGettin dirty, y`allA.G.Party ArtyD FlowJoe the donTerror SquadYeahWhat`s fuckin with that?[ VERSE 1: A.G. ]I hit the block and stop hoes with the drop Rolls Flaco got those hot hoes to stop flowsOut for the nachos, knock em out if it`s machoThen head to Rascoe`s for chicken and wafflesThese chickens that I know be callin me PabloCause they think that I know the lingo, but I don`tHi ho, only pick chicks that swallowThese bullets are hollow, where I aim they followI spit murder to get further, haters can`t hurt usMe and Tone flipped burgers to buy clips for burnersIgnore you cats with the boring tracks16 bars, that`s trap, 5 grand, won`t even call you backSend you a fax and call you wackAndre The Giant is tall as ShaqBut I was born to rapAnd 5-60`s what I`m wearin, they never seen a drop HummerThat`s why they starin, multi-mill by next summerIs how I`m feelin, blow the tecSoak em wet, no respect, Flow is next[ VERSE 2: D Flow ]I keep dimes, while y`all niggas floss with cheap shinesI make a rapper leak rhymes, spit flames each timeIt`s D Flow, I burn cats with 3 linesMy niggas blow it up throwin up G.D. signsBlunted from `dro, my niggas cop Hummers in goldGun to your do`, y`all niggas don`t want it with FlowSon spit awesome, see me in a 6 with a bitch flossinBefore the blitz caution niggas put up chips and lost emI`m feelin tense, see, fuck around and get drenched, geeYou ten speed, I`m like a bansheeDon`t bet against me`74, bury me or die now, niggaMan down, nigga, cause you couldn`t hold it down, niggaFound niggas in the back with the rats, shot upSaid he died instant, they could tell he never got upFinished product, gold and platinum shit, clap at your clickNow you`re stranded in the back of the bricksWe be the Black Mob, and it`s D Flow the rap arsonHate a nigga stuntin, frontin like he want a problem[ CHORUS: Fat Joe ] Yo, from the Bronx to Harlem You can catch us in a Aston Martin Switchin lanes with three dames on the way to Carbon`s You niggas starvin, me and G.D. about to shift the market And flip and hit your squadron Yo, you know that shit that you be spittin don`t sound tight You recognize when we be comin to your town, right? Hit em up, split em up with the pound twice Terror Squad gettin dirty, Underground Life[ VERSE 3: Party Arty ]Fuck rappin, I said what I had to sayY`all niggas get blast away, then pass awayThe feds wanna put my ass awayStraight haters, but I`m The Greatest like Cassius Clay(I was) sippin on a glass of `zйEarlier took your girl to a matinйe(And I) (got that ass today, what, what, what)Y`all niggas rappin gayNeed to go back and prayC.L.K. black and grayAnd y`all niggas don`t really want the gats to sprayYou might get hit this time when I spit this rhymeI`m gonna shit this time, like diarrhea, keep the nine nearYou fuckin with Party Arty, the pioneer(G.D.) My crew behind me, strip clubs where you can find meBout to take over like GuillianiAgainst Illuminati since I was usin puddiesTo when I was a youth and rowdyThen I learned to use the shotie[ CHORUS ]

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