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Kool G. Rap

The Fast and Furious Sndtrk

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Текст песни Kool G. Rap - The Fast and Furious Sndtrk

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(Chorus)The streets, yo where it happen atThe streets, is where they clapping atThe streets, is where the action atThe streets, is where they packing atThe streets, is where its cracking atThe streets, bringing it back to thatThe streets, banging ya gat to thatThe streets, start hanging back in thatMy niggas ride where they bust atDie where they bust at, my murderous guysSlinging them pies where they lust at, or corners where they hang mostName boast and bank toastdrive with the thing close, slide where the dames mostEmpty clips in them out, coke fiends are strung out, broke niggas bum outChicks holdin they gun out, when back streets are taped upBodies laying faced up, cats running with ace upThe spots get `em paced up, the street lamps are broke nowMad bitches to bone now, when niggas peep your home outAnd flip when they zoned out, thugs bringing the street warBust shots let the heat roar, taking trips to be moreWith bricks upping to fiend off, the towns where they spray shitBust rounds and lay shit, selling pounds` a great shitAnd clowns get there face lift, spots where gats pop offShots clear the block off, slugs knock your block offAnd have you licking hot sauce(Chorus)On the corners where the dice roll, and clubs where the ice glowDames get their life stole, and bleed from my life ohNiggas laying they law down, some draw with a four poundP J`s are tore down, thoughts of laying hos down(The streets) blocks where they lick shots, and rock what the fifth gotKids cop the six drop, from brick box and zip locksTowns where niggas kill at, posting where its real atKeeping gats concealed at, see a fo` you peel atStrip where you get ripped off, hot lead get licked offFronting and your clicks off all your jewels get stripped offSidewalks where they creep up, get locked up with a street bopKids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets upNiggas they let their guns loose, they wild guns looseGather up under the chin, blow a niggas shit through the sun roofDecide where they pack nines, the chrome glass shinesYou try to clap mine, you outta line niggas get flat lined(Chorus)Now Chickens`ll get your crew laced, for rocks and a blue faceNiggas giving they screwface, for the loot and the suitcaseSpots that blood spills on, and dealers clock a `mil onMurderers get their kill on, mad cats are still onBeef turning to combat, for life so they punk atLittle kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms atNiggas tied up and kidnapped, and smacked up with big gatsGet found with they wig cracked, leave `em right where they live at(The streets) running for red beams, blood flowing in red streetsMad fellas with breast sceams running from the FED teamLittle shorties are knocked up straight giving their crouch upJuveniles decide to pee now with they ox upCrack blocks and weed spots the fiends in the deep spotsSome rollin in three drops others aint gotta beep bopBitches that get their hoe on smoke dope on and so onSpotted nigga with glow on with dick they could blow on(Chorus) 2x(Talking)Don G Rap, G and Carter ,BGF, Igloo EntertainmentNo doubt we coming through, ya know how we doKeep it moving, ya better realizeWhoever don`t, slugs do it for usNiggas aint playing no gamesY`all know the ruitine, Y`all know the drill

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