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Текст песни Funkmaster Flex f Capone-N-Noreaga - What Son What

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[Noreaga - talking]Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)What y`all niggaz get man?What y`all gets murder unit (murder unit)or burn unit (burn unit)Get a real fuckin life unit (real life fuckin unit)A real unit; a motherfuckin, CNN shit (CNN!)My nigga Swift on the motherfuckin fours (fours)We thugged out y`all (what!)Yo, yo.. we thugged out y`all![Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga][N] I say I don`t really give a fuck[C] Why do don`t really give the fuck?[N] Cause I don`t really give a fuck[C] So we don`t really give the fuck[N] You gon` roll with me?[C] Hell yeah[N] What son what!? You gon` roll with me?[C] Hell yeah[N] What son what!? You gon` roll with me?[C] Hell yeah[N] What son what!? You gon` ride with me?[C] Hell yeah[N] What son what!? You gon` die with me?[C] Hell yeah[N] What son what!?[Capone]Right every bill I stack another war, story and trackSettle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crackSome strive to be the man but never make it that`s the granted furtherWhat part you playin the game, who gonna slash workerSome`ll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free usDon`t look for bail Rufus bail Criminal CourtWhen a judge holla "Father you sure?"Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bailI been as real as I stealin free lunchI got the greats from this old man give me hearse and, I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (fuck a blue van)My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)Do crime in New York, money and murderGentleman talk, ball like Atlanta HawkNo respect, this on the stacks of the courtI started off in the street thing, triple it`s on[Chorus][M.A.Z.E.]Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the sameIts no room, no BI for y`all in the gameSee me I, stay where it popOff the chain like my diss and it rocksMovin the same is the strippin the spotI`m hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to topGrizzy, don`t let it pop, didn`t he spy on these hoesTo piss off the killer in meMe and six will slick through it (through it)Bronx river to the con do itI see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheekLike green to my eye, shit, write it down sincereGet to say my name in the airNiggaz pipe down, put they mic downNiggaz scared that we ain`t even drop yetYet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest)The projects, I rep to my death (rep it nigga!)X`d out hoes, we regulate (X`d out hoes!)We ain`t sharin or fillin `boes; see how we go?[Chorus] - with Noreaga adlibs[Noreaga]Keep the Mac under the seatTo fast niggaz ready to creepAnd my niggaz stayin with heatLike the hook go - what son what!?Like the shit go - what son what!?See me in the hood thoughWith a hood though, with a little puppetAnd we doing no good thoughPussy sub, pussy sub, through the clubNiggaz don`t need no mathI rather, get head, I don`t need no assFuck all of y`all, y`all don`t really rep for meI mean you, and you ain`t the set for meI`m in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemiesSo niggaz better stop playinBefore I get the M-One and just start sprayinKeep your block on lock, so now you goNigga, I sell bricks like my name Alpo[Chorus][Mussolini]It`s no rumor what you hear about us in clubsOr freight some young BloodNo vest protect the shot for your mugSnake niggaz hear the move, every chance they getRap niggaz I`ma dead `em on the advance they getHustlin niggaz, I catch y`all UptownSoon as papi hit you, I`m right behind you holding it downYa niggaz, got it confusedPop bottles and boo`sMight fit, make you come out of your jewelsA little more richerEvery sixteenth spit a little more sickerRap for M.A.Z.E. cause that`s my niggaI spit it for the streetsMy bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty G`sThugging every week, stylin out, Violator I`m wildin outMU and thugged out, them hoes talkin aboutWe off the yell dogg, the entire know this songCause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherfucker[Chorus][Norega]Huh? Huh? We say what son what!?Huh? What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherfucker) Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherfuckin four`sWhat what?{*Noreaga continues to adlib in background*}[Funkmaster Flex - over end of Noreaga]Yeah, Capone-N-Nore baby!Thugged Out! Shout to Martin MooreShout to my man GinaThings is happenin babySixty Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)Shout to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)

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