Текст песни Hitman Sammy Sam - Uh-Huh
Hitman Sammy Sam - Uh-Huh слова песни
[Verse 1]It`ll be like ran over; the impact of an 18 wheelerThere`s no surviving this dirty game yet I`m the killerFinna gather my niggas, some gorillas, supply they niggaFinna make one call, they coming to get`cha, got `em niggaTold them Diablos take a chill, I got this hereMixed in the crowd, searching for ya, I`m over hereSwear to God I ain`t running I ain`t never been scared of no bustaYou phony as hell, I`m ATL you from AugustaWe take this shit far as you want make a call on you selfWe can WCW Nitro and I take them damn belts[Hook]That nigga done growed my beard ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga listed where I live ain`t he (well uh-huh)That nigga ain`t real he be fakin ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga from Augusta by Macon ain`t he (well uh-huh)That nigga done growed my beard ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga listed where I live ain`t he (well uh-huh)[Verse 2]Wanna know what I ride, deuce deuce`s, Monte Carlo ChevyWanna know what`s inside, AK, and I`m ReadyThat nigga couldn`t beat me in a tennis game with 20 armsThat nigga couldn`t beat me in a shootout if he had 50 gunsAny nigga try to help him and write his raps you fucking upWe walk in the Bodytap you there, you ducking usThat nigga done switch from the Nike`s to them Reebok classic`sThat nigga got me so downpacked I`m laughing at himAs far as a major company, I don`t give a flyin fuckThey ain`t offering me enough cause I`m looking at you ain`t came up[Hook]That nigga done growed my beard ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga listed where I live ain`t he (well uh-huh)That nigga ain`t real he be fakin ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga from Augusta by Macon ain`t he (well uh-huh)That nigga done growed my beard ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga listed where I live ain`t he (well uh-huh)[Verse 3]That nigga don`t know bout my city, cause he`s a country niggaThat nigga don`t know we`ll come get him cause we some mobster niggasThem niggas he got in his corner, them straight lobster niggasWe loading up ready to ride y`all, we mafia niggasYou think making a song with Baby D, make `em put me downWho you think crunk Oomp Camp, now whose the rookie nowI put this rock-n-roll shit against every last labelIt`ll be like 4 old chairs at a brand new brass table[Hook]That nigga done growed my beard ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga listed where I live ain`t he (well uh-huh)That nigga ain`t real he be fakin ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga from Augusta by Macon ain`t he (well uh-huh)That nigga done growed my beard ain`t he (uh-huh)That nigga listed where I live ain`t he (well uh-huh)