Текст песни Aritst: Master Fъol, JT Money, Pastor Tr - Lyricist Lounge 2
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[JT Money]Sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttt[Master Fuol and Pastor Troy]*Screaming*Get crunkGet crunkPut em upGet throwedOn the floor*Screaming*[JT Money]Oh you didn`t know weMia, NYC, Houston, now what(Chorus)-all(M) Watcha watcha bout(Jt & Pt) ice(M) Watcha car bout(Jt 7 Pt) dubs(M) Watcha streets bout(Jt & Pt) police(M) You know we keep em out(Jt & Pt) what(M) You can get itThe rotten apple I bite itThe dirty bottom I hit itIf you want it come and get it get it[JT Money]I`m a nigga from the MIA, to the NYCChickens ride for me, cause the pimp I beI got this game from the streets got game for freeSweatin on freaks cause I play for keepsSee all them pretty ho`s high on xThe more you flex the more you get sexedMi where the knuckleheads don`t see lifeLike all ya`ll niggas want to get 3 strikes?I gotta problem with the policeAnd the streets make a nigga want to hold heatYou sayin there that black got gold teethAnd a mother from the east don`t know meIn the fame for the chasin cheeseEarsin theseFake ass g`zWit the ABC`s(For what) them niggas ain`t seriousPuttin it down with some lines for the lyricistAnd I`m real with thisGame recognize gameSon play the sameBut J off the chainTear yo ass out the frameDon`t fuck with JI love to spray and bust nuts okYa`ll sucker boys better know somethinWhen it comes to J ain`t no frontinTill some boy run his mouthReal niggas run in ya houseThat squad you with get stuck[Master Fuol]I get paid to spit barsSpendin half on a carHalf on a strip barGo back get a bitchJump back kiss myself and be like GOOD GOD!Look pawCome here with ya Cardio rollioCut yo wrist offPockets ripped off (stop it big dog)I`m from where shots get licked off(Chorus)[Pastor Troy]Devil`s after meThey try they best to capture meHe to young he will be the perfect causalityActuallyI don`t give a fuck MY NIGGAAsking these pussy niggas WHAT MY NIGGAYellow paperSo these hatersWanna see me dieIf I kill em I`m the muthafuckin bad guyAsk me why I don`t fuck with nobodyThe same shit that fucked John GottiMy nigga yotti on the road with meMister they roll with meCome spend the doe with meI may empties a OBefore the showI must admit they got me gaud on that hoChillin