Текст песни Ghostface Killah f Chip Banks, Hell Raza - We Made It
Ghostface Killah f Chip Banks, Hell Raza - We Made It слова песни
"Tony Starks fights again for survival,and by just a thin thread of electric currentwins another victory."[Superb (Ghostface)]Ugh, c`mon, yeah, c`mon y`all(Bounce wit us) Hip-hop(What? Celebrities, what?)(Street corner) For all my niggasCrack spot niggas*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"*Chicken ass mothafuckas, envious bitchesYo, you know what y`all...Make me wan` pop sumthin`, no champagneTwo-five on me, weed and crack stalk meBitch motherfucker tried to get a rep` off meLeave him there, never know, get him off meI remember days when we just fucked bitchesBought a lot of clothes and just played the ave.Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobesand if we want a nigga dead we pay the cashI ain`t tryin to waste my career on y`allEven scuffle with y`all, waste gear on y`allBut if I gotta go out, you know I`ma show outYou gon` fuck around and get your whole back blown outI remember on the Island, can`t tone outThe mess hall crawler, about to zone outDumb motherfuckers with our microphone outWe just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out[Chip Banks]See.. see.. see meI roll with Ghost and cats that carry they toast andmake the post and from pagin, sin astasianWhen it`s time to bust off them things, it ain`t a game manWe rocked out own diamond rings, see them `Bling, Bling`Got big boy toys, Porsche, SixesDime bitches, told y`all before we import thoseJury stay froze, court cases get closedNiggas hate Nino cuz how fast I roast themLike George Jefferson and em, steppin on emThe headline read, "Starks had the weapon on em"The best, what y`all expect? He a vetPlus the best, now tell me how we gon` foulwhen we dealin with `Supreme Clientele`[Chorus: Superb - American Cream Team x2]>From Riker`s Island to the Camay IslandWe thugs like, life is the same challengeDo the knowledge, recognize your talentAnd if you live the streets, you better stay silent[Ghostface Killah]Yo, spotted at a mirage, Ghostface walked by groupiesMinkal monk stars, I come in cat, invades MarsHallyed at a sanctuary, first dent placed upon entryFainted when the book mentioned meKeep ballin, new systems, high sciencesDrop that, Ghost listenin, the track sizzlinAngelica, Judey Plum for bitches, Goines king of the centuryBest sellers, but niggas stay togetherPosted up trucks, leanin on the BenzCinemax smile shot in thrity-five lensYou program, broke bottles of DomSeven inch bangles, back breakersI`m a dope feed, look at my art, Popeye strengthRap with a British accent, Gucci clothesDennis Coles in the latest fashionsBlow backs in, flip raps like fourty-eight bundlesDinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Brian Gumble[Hell Razah]Interlapse this in like Deniro, words in your center earholeBlocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zeroShatter your soul like glass windowsTurn verses to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a TahoeWild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest modelsWe conversate like Christ and the twelve apostlesLivin life without you, can`t count you as great menMurderers in the state pen`, bein caged inThe wage is a sin, before they read up they pop our tape inYou ain`t gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of SatanDurags and our pants hangin*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again*[Ghostface]Uh-huh, uh-huhThat`s right y`allStreet cornersJail niggasRiker`s IslandGe-Grey HavenBig UnThat`s right y`allWord upAll y`all, all y`all crumbsWe made it, niggaStep the fuck offTrue indeed, true indeedYeah, Ready RedThat`s right, my nigga BornThat`s right yoLil` Free in the fedsThat`s right, you`ll be home niggaYeah, we made itYeah, C Allah, word upThat`s famYeah, check it outStaten IslandTrue indeedFive boroughsCheck it, uh-huh