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Текст песни Half-A-Mill - Thuggest Enemy #1 *

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* bonus track[Chorus]The streets, the spots, the thugs, the gunsThuggest Enemy #1The projects, the hood, the hustlers, the slumsThuggest Enemy #1The crills, the kizzo, the wizzy, the gunsThuggest Enemy #1The dramas, the murders, the shootouts, the slumsThuggest Enemy #1[Half-A-Mill]No matter how much love you show, they still hateI`m great, nobody build cake like Mill GatesIf I`m not in the Benz dunn, I`m whippin the eightThug Onez, hundreds of guns, I`m from the slumsDrug funds, most of my sons, is on the runSome is in jail, be home, when they a hundred and oneUsed to breakdance and windmill under the sunThe ghetto turned us out, we slang crills and pull burners outProject hallways, yo, I rob niggas in the doorwayCop four-four, half a key and rawI went from nickels and dimes, fiends askin me for moreNiggas mad cuz I see cash, they don`t want no warI bust big guns, they never seen beforeCreep up on ya building, spray submachines thru ya doorKidnap ya seeds and your whore, and I`ll be back for more50 G`s for sure, make grandma lay on the floor[Chorus][Half-A-Mill]Pro player, extort papi in that bodegaFor number slip chips, plus he frontin bricksThe minute convict, twenty inch drums, on the sixLookout, here he come, bop beat on hand sticksYou wanna chance this, left his brain on the stand smithsPure cocaine, money is law, I play no gamesGo range, don`t even drive slow when it rainJakes on my trail, like Roscoe, Pekoe, Cold TrayMilion be my code name, Mill Gates be my whole nameTerrorist, I`ll blow you to frameProfessionalist, lick shots and never miss, cleverest, yoI leave homicide scenes, the ho`s headlessI was born, raised, inside a world wit no exitBitches throw hectic, put pussy juice in you breakfastYou got beef wit me, better push ya bulletproof LexusI sip hundred proof and shoot weapons, steppin[Chorus][Half-A-Mill]What you know about the projectPeace God, mind detect, mine direct, fire my techDiamond shines on my neck, iceberg sweatFirst and the third, bubblin birdsFuck what your heard, puffin some herbFor real son, none wrong wit no herbsWhoadi outta line, whoadi get what he deserveYou got some nerve, try to slang rock in my turfWhen I get through wit you, you won`t need a doctor or nurseOr a hearse, I disintegrate, niggas who imitateTry to infiltrate, I eliminate in your fitI`m into kicks, makes and snakesBrakes money, label the spaceGet money, take money, fuck you thinkMilliato, type of kid you like to hatePush a six hundred, fuck the feds on the license plateI want for this bread, some say it`s gon to my headThey just mad, cuz all they chicks is all in my bedFake killas in your head, say I wanted them deadTill they saw the infrared, ski mask and fake dreadsYa niggas is coward, ya don`t brake bread, I break headsAnd I don`t bring a hundred niggas wit me, I bring lead instead[Chorus 2X]

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