Текст песни DJ Clue f Cam`Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Na - Fantastic Four Pt. 2
DJ Clue f Cam`Ron, Fabolous, The LOX, Na - Fantastic Four Pt. 2 слова песни
[Nature]Peronas the crib sicker than Madonna`sgettin more press then Elien GonzalezSome niggas tell me I`m the hottestI never cool offCriticize the shit I write but it`s never too softSnatch channels like I`m Disneyhalf grizzlie unexplainwhen niggas see me they duckhoppin i pass quickleySomeone to laugh wit me get acquaintedthey know exactly when a niggas famousor livin dangerousThe kid got a glow like i just came hometry to dull meniggas that owe be hiding from meChangin their namesscreenin their callsthe dreamcast in the cribnever leavin at allPlayin NBA 2K for two days straightfifty dollas a gameket me polish my gainWithdrawin at the banknever deposit a thingyo I gotta make a dolla wit slang[Cam`ron]Back in the day we was slavewhips and chainsits traditionall i got whips and chainsAll i didflip some canenow a nigga sick of the rangeonly a new six could fix the painLook at all these goose bumps round my wrist and veinsMilton Bradley wanna get my game5-0 wanna frisk my frameI dont deal wit cheap blowwhen i shoot no blocksort of like a free throwCant missand one of you bitches burn me and i cant pissgot me itchin like its dandrifyou gone see the back of cam hand quick you dam bitchim a stomp you stab youlook at you you dam bitchYa love I would dumb back outeverybody like "killawhen u come back out," ListenI like raproutine had to stopmet a new connect got it 18 a whopCops on payroll every block got blowwe fight every night reunite then pop MoThats how it is when you deal wit meand I dont feel tv only real tvReal money real gats real cats real girlsMTV I`ll show you the real worldCats run up on yousplater your white eyesthats only to make saturday night liveLookin for a casket got the right sizewanna bake a cake i got the right piesCrashed up the fourbut now the right fivelookin for beef you found the right guysOld folk say "cam stop ur routewhy you gotta get the guns just box it out"Listen that there is trifeonly fightin is the doctorand thats for your lifeAs for your wifetook her out just to tour townbench press for whatI lift four poundsTear up your car all four doors downcats wanna boxwell heres four more rounds[Styles]Yo,Keep talkin bout convertibles and your ice I`ma smack you yap you and murder youKeep talkin bout your dawgs is thisand you leavin out the part that your dawgs is bitchLets get straight to the pointaint a nigga better than meim agrivated and im fed to the TIf I gotta do jointsand im sittin for fivewhen you remeniss about mesay the nigga was liveI got twelve arm robberies pendina dope charge, a gun chargehard to see holiday bendinWit a brand new casetwenty niggas, the ridea spot OT and some brand new baseWhy say namesyou could get who ever you knowI got the gun cocked ready to blowDont compare his rhymes to minesmines is realand his is just words and lines[Sheek]Now I`ma give it to you straight cause I don`t cop no pleasSheek Lush, a nigga who got lots of cheeseWit enough coke to stand on and slide like ski`sand you could see your whole body on my H-R vreetheHow you wanna do this shitlike the quick and the deadso i could cock backempty out the back of your headDo a drive-by go headIm quick wit the heaterI shoot threw youyour carand threw the parkin meter[Jadakiss]Look it ain`t much to talk about, fuck youFuck where you from, you better wear your gunWon`t shoot nothin, but you will appear in courtI put your brains everywhere so you could share your thoughtsFew hot shells outta the chrome will leave you therewit a funny smell like gun powder colonListen everythings about the kiss the new dope outsky blue CL 6 wit the new poke outsTired of the speculation faggiteverything is real here ya aint gonna get wreck on jasonHold down the fortcould never be baughtso I dont flip when the crackers wave checks in my facinRather start gunnincause soon as you start chasin the moneythats when the money start runninI drive by in a car servicehope out wit mad niggapull my phone out like ya nervous[Fabolous]Like ya dont know the kid stay hittin bencheswit kay`s of the caneleave strays sittin inchesaway from your brainIn them grey kitted benzesI sway threw the lanesnow the nay`s just sit and flincheswhen they see the chainYa might not never come outmy verses get heardI`m a hustlerI dont sleep from the first to the thirdTake the ???? to Cali but the shots go quicklyput red spots on your neck and they not no hickeysThe truck still got those micky`sand dont even pass it my wayif its not no stickyNo matter where Im atI pop regaurdlesscause I get knocked I cut a check ya gone drop the chargesPut three holes in headmake em look like bowlin ballsCome threw in spring wit nikes that dont get sold till fallSo I could hardly carecause the only way I see time behind barsif its a cartier