Текст песни Capone-N-Noreaga, Final Chapter, Iman Th - Scarlett, Maze, Musolini
Capone-N-Noreaga, Final Chapter, Iman Th - Scarlett, Maze, Musolini слова песни
Typed by: goldenarms_10304@yahoo.com{Final Chapter}Now I`m from Iraq, I got stories to tellWhat y`all gonna speak on, I keep money saved like it`s rebondNiggas stay at, what they was bout to doWould of done, could of did, niggas really need to quit it kidStay at home with pepper spray, think he can drop weightPut us on your album, you be selling like cop cakesGot crackers in the hood, ain`t hard to spot jakesAnd whoever going first, forever the dot face{Scarlett}Aiyo it take a real bitch, to roll with real niggasM.U. niggas, thugged out niggasMeet them in a club and they got the gat niggasStep outside and it`s what what niggasYa`ll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggasI can`t fuck with y`all, cuz I like rough niggasIt`s Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough niggaChorus: NoreagaYo it`s thugged out niggas (what) 15X{Capone}Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancingNot, I spend a quarter rain then sell it equive with no payments96R`s my number, never disregard the hungerShit we scarred, felony to charge us underThis foul off, wild southpaw, I bound for MuseMaze, Scarlett, Joey Mob and the bridge crackersIt`s logic, niggas digestMurderous sidesteps, QBC, The Heist nigga what?{Iman Thug}Aiyo we stay low, shine like chrome on 20 inchesNever sober, high all day, every leachesLawyers, judges can`t dispute this shitCuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga, fuck that shitExtraordinary shit, flow style I abusePop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dudeLive fucked up, stuck with body and head woundsI be the thug chocolate, covered with chad shroomsChorus{Maze}Now when you think of me, you think of my niggasSpread across like how spilled drinks isYou hears wild like echoes from a distanceYa learn the hard way, get blazed for smart sayScarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard raceNever did a bid, but my ace who didWent from ballin to callin the crib out the bink shitWe live, kids I run with, guns a felonySing sing, y`all get arrested and sing for rest in peace{Musolini}Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopelessTrying to keep my focus, most of my fam smokersHit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throaterY`all niggas better caliete la bocaShit done changed, like the price of caneAnd shit gon` changed, when my niggas smash the gameGet brain from ya dame, but the cash I cameYa motherfuckers better stay in your laneAnd start movin, but never start shootin MotherfuckersChorus