Текст песни Artists: 3X Krazy f Mike Marshall - Stackin Chips
Artists: 3X Krazy f Mike Marshall - Stackin Chips слова песни
*(Mike Marshall)*Oooooooh!(In the name of Rame)In the name of Raymond, (yeah) he was a smooth talker. Street balla.(In the name of Rame) Oooh ghetto soldier.I can`t get over, losin, Rame, Rame, Rame.Verse 1 *(Prince Of Darkness)*Uh.The Town is shifted like a pieran niggaz who got fear, of blastin, you too nearI`ve seen big time ballas get took out the gameof playa hater-izm, victim, but not my nigga Ramesharper than a Gillette`specially in a Vetalways known to swangthey hate to see a young nigga havin thangsbut couldn`t stop, get it off faster than he could chop ittold me one day, if we wasn`t signed then he would drop itI peeped the realest, and was choosedhad love so I only bought bomb from 7-duce15 for a dropan a dub, click, boxin up trouble an the next nigga hoeI heard they tried to kill my folks, now what they do that for?it`s all wrong, see all the lovin got my playa potna stronghe loved that Krazy clickso I dedicate this song in the name of Ramea true, blue soldier in this skrilla makin deep gamestill they ain`t never been linkeda potna infatrated, another potna that`s major deepwas on the creeppass me the bomb so I can hit, cuz who ever did itthey gotta know, and die wit itin the name of Rame.*(Chorus- Mike Marshall)* x2I remember back when I was dealin crack(in the name of Raymond)even the roaches and the rats through the cealing cracksknots whistlin his name through abandoned shacks(in the name of Raymond)but I would be a fool to let it hold me backIn the name of Rame.Verse 2 *(Keek The Sneek)*It`s too much sorrow in my city an it hurtsone loved to rap, movin them thangs in the game like EA Sportstakin no losses or no shortsbut what came first, struck wit a ghetto curseanother victim, acquit them of playa haters thirst, but at firstit was all laughsbreakin up them stacks of cashlivin life slowly, tryin to get rich fast was all I hadit`s gang-related, I seen it cominwatch niggaz start hatin that day when he flipped that box in the vet, bumpinnobody seen it, but it`s our hoodI figure them bitches who did it consider it all good, but y`all wouldwanna live like shadeget strapped in the game, an take my potna `fo his last daysthink you`ve got it made?Nigga ain`t no runnin backwhen I put this gun in yo backdetach `em, attack `em, to the point no picture come at yaput the pistol hold up on his shoulder crystal clearslit him ear to ear, down to the rear, countin in this hemisphereso fear me dearI hit `em up hard where it hurtsthen put yo dick in the dirtthe Flow-to-the-Matic-Nina works, but some bomb in a blunt can`t keep me perkedI need a fifth of ginnot bust a blunt againmy friend every corner I bend, I`m thinkin bout Rame to the very endso now it`s all in his namea true, blue soldierin this skrilla makin, deep game.*(Chorus)*Verse 3 *(Ager Man)*I know he`s tired of the pain, but he gotta keep hustlinwit two daughters of his own, and can`t be left out strugglingot to raise a family, so he`s pullin 24`sdope houses full of hoes, hennessey, dank, money and clothestask kickin in doorshit the back door, they gonna be chasincrooked cops tryin to set him up for beatin all the casesan if he go to jail, next day he post bailthen go back to the spot, to set back up shop to make that mail