Текст песни Buckshot - My Bitches and My Niggaz
Buckshot - My Bitches and My Niggaz слова песни
[Harly Hearts]My bitches rock wit me, potato in the sock wit meCock wit me, take it to your block wit meStock wit me, then run through the stock wit meIt`s our philosophy, it`s not a gamecause you look sexy, and I bet you be protective ??Cause when we engaged in battle we aimin for the brainThat`s our position simple and plain, there`ll be no explanationwe show no hastation, we holdin down on stationOnly a quip, wit that ideal shit, tryin to flipYou betta chill, before spot out a bloody lipPlus any other chicks in my click, you get beat quickwith the nice stick, wit the, wit an icepickThere are ways of killin, that ill not leave a traceIt`s at the pain enguished horror frozen on a corpse faceand of cause the body, outlined with the trace of white chalkThat`s my M.O. Harly Hearts, I`m the bitch from New York[Buckshot]My niggaz kill for, take it to your grill for meRepresent Crow Hill for me, from day one they still wit meand chill wit me, on the corner where the killaz be smokin a bleeThrowin this from the rebleness, you can`t see Buckshoton ya TV, rappin BCCIncredibly, if ya think ya betta then me?Fiend? for Buck to stop the future like a felony BWhat you tellin me B?All my niggaz cant get in the club for free?Cause we two D-double-E-P`s, nuthin for free? Run in your spot and cause havocNext time you recognize, niggaz ain`t havin itAnd my girl ain`t havin it, she licks shots toTake away your block too, while my thugs do or die tooFuck around my man out one in your ??Just because we got to, and you know we got a lot tooChorus: Buckshot, Harly Hearts (repeat 2X)[Buck] My Niggaz thug for me, bust another slug for me One time for the love for me[Harly] My Bitches rock wit me, pull another glock for me pullin on niggaz cocks wit me[Buck] My niggaz flip for me, get the money quick for me only talk`n about the chips wit me[Harly] My bitches roll, wit me, control em Niggaz souls wit me made woman and we holdin G[Harly Hearts]My bitches rock, wit me, chambers filled and cock wit meBlack mask runnin up in your spot wit meAin`t no stoppin this monopaly, we hold this game under lock and keyYou a mockery, potatoes again, now I got the glock wit meJust in case I feel like poppin threeTou watchin me (well good) my bitches watchin youand now your chances of survivin, are impossibleSee I`m as real as it gets, I run in there tight stepsLeavin no trace, no ways, no side faces, my conceptsFuck you and your dreads, cause we dont leave War vetsWe bustin cokes and sets, 12 gauges and techsSix soies and Macks, baurettes and make payBring that raw to your door, bitch, with no delayTurn your ass from ghost white to the colour of greyHarly Hearts signing out fall off, of gun play[Buckshot]My niggaz ride wit me, send me on your side wit meLie wit me to make the shorties, slide wit meGet high wit me, nigga ride or die for meSend a nigga in the sky for meSmokin chocalate tie with me, get pies wit meJewelery to buy wit me, wit Ice like T`sSimilar to brist, light up your rists, it`s like thisCall to my thorough niggaz, you invited to thisnot if ya miss, the reason, why I came to thug gameand I chose the rap game not the drug gameFor my niggaz throwin tech`s in the sky, like Bed-StuyBK to you or die, when the led fly, and Irepresentin for all of my G`s, from Blacks to JapaneseUS to overseas, back to New YorkYou should hear the slang we talkBuckshot and Harly Hearts so I can bang New YorkChorus