Текст песни Lil` 12 Dead f Chaos, Quick Ta Mac - If You Don`t Know
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[Verse 1: Lil 1/2 Dead]I gots game like MonopolyAin`t no nigga stoppin` meFrom doin` what I gotta do, so fuck you and you tooYour whole crew is weak, so peepSit back for a second, let this real nigga speakTweak off the shit that I say is trueAnd like my girl Brat, I`m gonna give it to youThrough, the heartaches and tears and painI would never ever change I`d always stay the sameI aim to be the shit when I spits my verseI gets my point across, that`s why you hear me curseFirst, the turf where I dwell it`s onNiggaz be slippin` straight catchin` two to the domeThe zone, that I`m in is oh so badWe dropped some dope albums and we started a fadOh, if you ain`t know where I`m fromWe be flowin`And this is dedicated to the one`s who ain`t knowin[Lil` 1/2 Dead: Hook]Who`s them niggaz wit the cavvy shitIts that nigga half dead and the hostyle clickWho`s them niggaz with the cavvy flowIt`s them long beach niggaz if you didn`t knowWho`s them niggaz droppin` cavvy shitIts that nigga half dead and the hostyle clickWho`s them niggaz with the cavvy flowIt`s them long beach niggaz if you didn`t know[Verse 2: Quick Ta Mac]A nigga feelin` good on that up and upCuz a nigga`s not fuckin` up like before(Makin` money) Makin` moreDoin` tours around the stateAs I regulate and penetrateThose in the crowd who drove miles(To see Hostyle)And Lil Hd blows up the spotGroupie hoes jock and jealous muthafuckas try to plotPeople be wildin` but I be hostylin`Tryin` to keep my muthafuckin` income steady pilin`(By doin` what?) By bustin` all these doggy ass rapsOn these doggy ass tracksGettin` paid by ASCAPI`m stayin` trueNigga I ain`t bellin` wit that nigga Big Frank StankMakin` more hits than HankDamn! It`s that nigga Sam on the looseI`m comin` through like Ice CubeWalkin` in my black bootsOops! My style is stainlessI`m flippin` shit like ReglagainusThat nigga Quick Ta Mac crept up up on yo anus[Lil` 1/2 Dead: Hook]Who`s them niggaz wit the cavvy shitIts that nigga half dead and the hostyle clickWho`s them niggaz with the cavvy flowIt`s them long beach niggaz if you didn`t knowWho`s them niggaz droppin` cavvy shitIts that nigga half dead and the hostyle clickWho`s them niggaz with the cavvy flowIt`s them long beach niggaz if you didn`t know[Lil` 1/2 Dead: Insert]Yeah eastside riders in this muthaTotal Track in this muthafuckaFor the ninety-see-i-yi-yi-zix, biatch..[Verse 3: Chaos]Now ain`t this a trip, Quick Ta MacWe got niggaz who hate usAnd hoes all up on our sac (Why`s that?)Cuz it`s a whole lot of jealousy and envyBehind my back they enemiesBut in my face they friends of me(Damn, is that how it be?)Yup that`s why we gettin` jocked by them hoesWe used to clown back in `93(Groupies) Is what we call `emThey only want the ballin`And they shake the spot fastWhen your paper`s pilin` fartherSo nigga pick up your endsAnd hop up off your bitchAnd stop spendin` all your moneyOn the hoes wit the contact lensYou better come to your sensesAnd keep your dollas and yo cent-sesIn your pockets where they goAnd never trust no hoeCuz if you slip then they`ll dipIn your money clipTalk behind your backAnd spread some rumors `bout some funny shitSo take heed to the shit we be flowin`And this is dedicated to the ones who ain`t knowin`[Hook Ч2]