Текст песни Kane and Abel f Fiend, Master P - Tryin` 2 Have Sumthin`
Kane and Abel f Fiend, Master P - Tryin` 2 Have Sumthin` слова песни
[ Master P]Check this out twin, wanna hit me on a beeperwhen ya`ll ready for that nigga, I got.Huh nigga what? (You be coughing this shit up)I`m just a nigga in the dope gameTryin` to move cocaineHerion and WeedAnd a young nigga tryin` to have thangs(Chorus)Tell......MeHuh nigga what?I`m just a nigga in the dope gameTryin` to move cocaineHerion and weedAnd a young nigga tryin` to have thangs [Fiend]Who was the first of the brotherswho said no bottle, because aThey crossed a birdHad to get his hustle on with rocks and herbsFrom the curb, I observeMaking tunes, I would be getting Benz and JewelsYou niggas give me roomBefore I bring a lots of doomI be soon to wearing time17 and getting heavySeven fingers like off to find the rellyOh my felly, my bellyFull of fast foodCuz I know that cash rules my lifeTo like as twice as the nightsI`m living, Try my lifeFully rusted, Is a chance to get a cop bustedBut I stick em` and break it offSo the rest won`t test meLuckily, Never sticking my businessTil` these hoes, And I give my friends living tearsLike my department store, C`mon(Uhhhhhh) (Chorus- 2x) [ Kane and Abel ]Picture me and Fiend chopping up a half a keyTwenty-Bitches you asked for them, 2-52 for meI`m bout to get into thuggin`, muggin`Yeah this O.P. chuggin`You can find me in the hoodTryin` to slang somethingI serve a million FiendsFor million dollar dreamsB.B.S. stretch Lex, Bitch I`m bout my creamThunder Weed and SexMore crack than cracker jackSilkk, 100-dollar, TensPlease tell my friend he be right backThey say we hold it downLike we paralized from the neck downSlang from sun down to sun downSmoking A Pound (Chorus-2x) (M.P.- Uhhh Nigga this a muthafuckin` 211 don`t make it into a 1-80-7 you heard) [ Kane and Abel ]This a kidnapp, Don`t make it a killingPut a game til` the game`s overSoldier, Ready and willing, I be letting dissingTo get paid with a gyps of AK`sIf you looking for revenge, Better dig two gravesPlaya, time to drop some game with the ballers20 A grams, OZ`s, To A balls to quavesMy hustle never stop, uhBlock to Block, Like a nigga sittin` on three keysTill a rock to rock C`mon (Chorus-4x) [ Master P ]Kane and Abel, Fiend, Master PIt ain`t no limit niggaClean your dirty money out to good moneyYou heard, Tryin` to have a thangFrom the motherfucking streets to the worldReal niggas take heat, Bout it, Bout it, Rowdy, RowdyUhhhhhh