Текст песни Harlem World - 100 Sheisty`s
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Featuring Drag-On][Loon]Yo,what would make a scared man pull a triggaThe same thing that`s make a scared man act biggaThe same thing that`d make me grab my tec and empty quickerAdrenaline rushOn the hushYou`d die fuckin wit usVacant lot is my home and the team that I trustSo dont talk about them things if yo things dont bustI knew a guy like you, his name was PhillepeHad me on 3-wayWith the D.A.Tryin to find out where we staySo on my 24th b-dayI`m locked up in V.A.He dont know my guns turn commotionTo slow motionThen from slow motionTo no motionRun up in the place he hip-hoppinSpit shots inClip droppinIf I get caught, get CochranAnd give Pedro, my pesosSo he dont snitch while i lay lowFor `bout a week or 2Come back like peek-a-booYou see meI see youAnd if you talk, you`ll be in ICU[Cardan]Yo I know you know a lot of brothas that`s sheisty,Like I know a hundred brothas that`s real,But I think it`s time you know how we chill.Chorus:I`d been a hundred places, and nothin excites me,Hit an hundred ho`s and none of them wifey.For every thousand that love me,A hundred dont like me,So how you wit a hundred cats, and none of the sheisty?[Drag-On]We the niggas wit the homicidesThat`s got the niggas the most dramatizedOn how actually sat there and watched they mama dieBut dont worry about it, you secondWish I could get her firstCuz she`s the one who gave birth,And we can`t have no-more dirt in the earthI hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lightsBut I`m usin a switch, and throw you in a ditchYa body don`t fit, cuz niggas could still see ya dicksSo ya really wanna take that riskThen un-ball ya fistsCuz i`m always a step ahead of ya`llYou ball ya fists, I cock backTake this nigga I got thatAnd that`s what it`s gonna mop atThis gun is from a foreign landI don`t know why i got it in my handAnd I`m gonna get off every pennyI dont care if its automatic or semiIf I payed 300 flatThat means I`m gonna send a hundred cats backWith 300 attackBut it dont hafta be an attackI`m gonna get the gas, and get em all in 1 house, and run outAnd sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on itAnd come back to a pile of ashChorus[Meeno]Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty a hundred quickerWe strap up inside the 18-wheelerA drug dealer, with cold cash, but so asTo get a stash would be no taskWith no mask, love to get you hot and blast, than fastMy infared beam is on ya assMy team is on ya assPlottin schemin on ya assThat bitch you came wit stayed scremin on that assFor 3 and a assCuz nigga we love the cashHarlem World niggas got g`s in the stashNo questions asked, time to tellHeaven or hellYou dont wanna be the nigga who be catchin the shellMeeno, and I be the team to prevailSo when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be heldMuthaFucka!!!!Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end]Chorus til fade