Текст песни Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Nas, Nashawn - Millenium Thug
Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Nas, Nashawn - Millenium Thug слова песни
Verse 1: (Nashawn)Ayo, I`m yappin` these jewelsclappin` these dudesa straight born KillaIt`s Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillasniggas that put holes in squealersdope dealers, I see police flashin` through my rearview mirrorput the brick in my waist, tighten my beltsafety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mineI`m flaotin`, left lane open where I could get throughthe cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back windowI skidded out, now I`m outta controlslammed on the break and shot out the rear do`I`m hearin` ambulance sirens, I kept firin`It`s gotta be them `cause I ain`t dyin`I`m bonin` outbit the top off a Guiness stoutepour some out, Bravehearts no doubtI glove niggas, uppercut thug niggaslook at my mug, you can tell that I`m bugged niggas.Chorus - Why it feel good to be real and reveal who`s fake? Why ya`llniggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel great? Why ya`ll look mad with afrowned face? Why the hoes love The Gods, Bbravehearts, Nas, and Nash?Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel plates? With big slugs thatcan`t be traced, and why ya`ll look so corny tryin` to imitate thesereal niggas that`ll punch you in your face?Verse 2: (Nas)I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin` they realsaw niggas wives and knew `em as the cum drinkin` girlshosaditty, she act like she innocentshe act like her Pussy is place that no nigga beenwhy she act like she never met me? she can`t forget methugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me`cause my cruise shots like Lefty and Sunny Blackyour Hoes wanna lick Honey out my crackI`ll fart in your bitch mouth, she call me psychic `cause I knew she would like itpush fleetwood Caddy`s feelin` righteousI eat good, no red meat I like Fish ya`ll never in your life seen moneyI live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twentiessmuggle bootleg liquorI shoot `till you dead niggaI`m about bread, these rhymes is off the head niggawear Esco leathers and Esco fleeceI could flow over techno beats and rep the streetsyou a one verse assasinI`m a multiple LP long lastin`peekin` againgrimy nigga with different color ink in my skinformer low life, now I`m the Bling Bling Kingrespect itsee me with the shit I say on recordnot like these fake thugs, please wake upIf I die I`m`a rise from the gravewith two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make niggas pay!