Текст песни Frankie Cutlass f Lost Boyz, M.O.P. - Politics and Bullshit
Frankie Cutlass f Lost Boyz, M.O.P. - Politics and Bullshit слова песни
What what nigga?LB Fam, Frankie CutlassNine-six, Queens most wanted (word up)Frankie Cutlass (Frankie Cutlass)This is how we do (how we do)Focus goin on, everybody in my crewFrom Spig Nice to Tah to my man Pretty LouCheck it, Queens escapesPut the shit on DAT and a tapeOne time check it out baby boy now (check it out now) *chorus*Focus your mind on thisCan we do our thing when we swing we don`t missConnect, knock it out the park, what a hitIt gets deeper, I`m on some keeper, my brother shit [and that`s real]*repeat except brackets*You got a team of real niggaz in the room smokin treesUs niggaz stayin blunted the most wanted LB`zMy family connections blows through East CircuitMy team is whom I work with, we must stay alert kidCause nowadays niggaz glorify how they be massinWe in the Jeep passin cheeba peep em as they assinout in the game, what`s the reason why you came?To have these bitches be like askin you a season in your brainFlashin jewels, talkin blastin if he pack the toolsI got a glock to cock back to knock em, flat out your shoesNot no, Big Willie puffin Dutches not PhillieWe packin bubbly act up and we smack a nigga sillyThe name is Mr. Cheeks I keep the dough get on the low strollTake you to the Essence get my swerve on like the pros doBaggin bitches makin money bounce without my crewsIn nine-six motherfuck power moves, aiyyo *chorus*(Mashin Out!!)No doubt, body wreck squad bringin it hardand get charged, to rip shows in half, word to GodWith clientele like a crack spot, me and my man dwell?Fat blocks and rain sail from in jail to Ascott?So yo, focus your mind on thisNobody move and nobody get they wig twistWe real, still packin blue steelKnockin brothers way up off of the top of the hillBrownsville, M.O.P., Queens you knowLet them motherfuckers all BO BO BO BO BO!!Yo I set shit, come correct with, fat raps thatrapidly fire like a infra tech spitI`m trying to make it happen, no time for wishinTo tax at least a million is my lifetime mission soIN GOD WE TRUST, Firing Squad we bustPlus we must roll with the rough, HometeamTeflon, Billy, and Fame, mad Swingas to bringThat South 9 triple beam dream you been lookin forFiring Squad blowin it upAnd if you ain`t TIGHT on the MICyou ain`t RIGHT shut the fuck upNow, we represent in some of the illest situationsAnd some of the illest places, what happens up ?in demonstrations?Stayin down, so you can`t see who we areYo, everyday trigger nigga nucca fuck a rap starBig up to all street boroughBrothers from Brooklyn to my rocket launcher packin Bronx niggazkeep it thoroughIn the ghetto, my Empire Strikes BackHow About Some Hardcore? Yeah we like it raw! Keep it like that *chorus*