Текст песни Harlem World f Drag-On - The Movement
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[Sugar J]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yoCheck me out, yoThis is J `Sug`, yoI know you been around the world, manI don`t fuck wit` the sheisty niggasI don`t fuck wit` the sheisty hoesI done did it all, nigga[Loon]Yo, what would make a scared man pull a trigga`?The same thing that make a scared man act bigga`The same thing that make me grab my tec and empty quickerAdrenaline rush, on the hushYou will die fuckin` wit` usVacant lot is my home and In my team I trustSo don`t talk about them things if yo` things don`t bustI knew a guy like you, his name was FilipeHad me on 3-way with the D.A.Tryin` to find out where we staySo on my 24th b-day I`m locked up in V.A.He don`t know my guns turn commotion to slow motionThen from slow motion to no motionRun up in the place he hip hoppin`Spit shots in, clip droppin`, if I get caught, get CochranAnd give Pedro my pesos so he don`t snitch while I lay lowFor `bout a week or two Come back like peek-a-boo, you see me, I see youAnd if you talk, you be in ICU[Cardan]Yo, yo, this CardanI know you know a hundred brotha`s that sheistyLike I know a hundred brotha`s that`s realBut I think it`s time you know how we chill[Meeno]1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin` excites me Hit a hundred hoe`s and none of them wifey For every thousand that love me A hundred don`t like me So how you wit` a hundred cats and none of the sheisty?[Drag-On]We the niggas wit` the homicidesAnd got niggas the most traumatizedAnd how they actually sat there and watched they mama dieBut don`t worry about it, you secondJust had to get her firstCuz she was the one that gave birthAnd we can`t have no more dirt in the earthI hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lightsWithout usin` a switch, and throw you in a ditchYa body don`t fit, cuz niggas could still see ya kicksSo do you really wanna take that risk?So unball ya fists cuz I`m always a step ahead of ya`llYou ball ya fists, I cock backYou take a swing and you got thatAnd that`s what they gon` mop atThis gun is from a foreign landI don`t know why it got it in my hand And I`m gonna get off every pennyI don`t care if its automatic or semiIf I payed 300 flat, that means I`mma send a hundred cats backIf 300 attack, but it don`t hafta be an exactI`m gonna get the gatts and get `em all in one house, and run outAnd sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on itAnd come back to a pile of ashRepeat 1[Meeno]Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty, a hundred and quickerWe strap up inside the 18-wheelerA drug dealer with cold cash, but so asTo get his stash would be no task with no messLove to get you hot and blast, than fastMy infared beam is on yo` ass, my team is on yo` assPlot and schemin` on yo` assThat bitch you came wit` stay screamin` on her assPut three on her ass cuz nigga, we love the cash Harlem World niggas got G`s in the stashNo questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or hellYou don`t wanna be the nigga who be catchin` the shellMeeno, and then I be, be the team to prevailSo when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be helpedMuthaFucka!!!! Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end]Repeat 1 until fade