Текст песни Lil` O f Mack Biggers, Scrilla - If I Could Then I Would
Lil` O f Mack Biggers, Scrilla - If I Could Then I Would слова песни
(*talking*)Yeah, nigga gangsta shitSee what a nigga gotta realize isThat a nigga, really don`t like doing what he doBut fast cash, is more addictive than crack itself, you feel me[Hook]If I could then I would, stop slanging caineCause I know, that I shouldBut everytime I try, it`s like I`m back in the hoodAnd everytime I sleep, I dream my Lac`s fill with woodI can`t help it, nigga I`m a gangsta[Lil` O]All I do is gangsta shitGo to work grab the four, spank the brickAll I do is hit stangs and licks, push cocaine and whipI`m off the chain, like a dangerous pitSo you know the Fat Rat, gon stuff his faceBleed the block nonstop, till I bust my safeAll these rappers telling lies mayn, fuck these fakesYou can tell by my style, I done touched some weightAsk these boys from the Brae`, I made my bread from butterAnd I`m married to the streets, like I wed the gutterHit I-10, with a hem and a mufflerMake a nigga drop dead, if he ever say that I ain`t no hustlerDear Lord, have mercyI`m a greedy motherfucker, and I`m thirstyI got the devil on my back, and he done cursed meI`m addicted to this cash and it hurts me, somebody help me[Hook: Lil` O][Hook: Mack Biggers][Mack Biggers]Even can`t slipping on my hoochie, sleeping at fo` in the morn`Cause my dog, need four of them zonesHit the stash, lock the door and I`m goneMake way, cause Mack Biggers bout to go in the zoneKnowing his own my competition, see they puzzled and lostI paid the cost baby, now I just be juggling saltTalk down you better muzzle your mouth, `fore I run in your houseAnd fuck around, and put a gun in your mouthWhat are stones about, ki`s and waters who can run a quick routeAnd feed em the rock, and let em know what money`s aboutCause all I know is getting cash, and then flashPiss me off, I get a Mack and a maskKnock a nigga do` down, and tell that nigga put his stacks in the bagAnd don`t flinch, my reactions are badI`m attracted to cash, but if I could then I would throw my crack in the bagMy Mack in the trash, but everytime I try it`s like I couldn`t have[Hook][Hook: Scrilla][Scrilla]It`s the gangsta shooter out the gutter, way ahead of my timeWith the heart of a hustler, and I predator mineI spit that shit that leaves blood in my mouth, I`m the vill` of the SouthStepping on work, like a rug in your houseMy fans scream as I dream, of having sold out showsBut I way cook paying bills, out my po` out bowlWhere I`m from the dust ain`t dirty, determine niggaz fluff they turkey`sAnd if you burn, nigga your trust ain`t worthyWhat you know bout getting your mail, with a digital scaleAnd dropping one and drowning one, or you shitting in jailI`m just to satisfy mo` cabbage, puffing pounds of lettuceCause our life, is rough around the edgesThat`s why I peep game, through the frames on the bridge of my noseI`m whipping up quick on my stove, in my slippers and robeAnd my last zone`s gone, before I slip on my clothesIf I could then I would stick my dick in a globe, fuck the world[Hook: Scrilla][Hook: Lil` O](*talking*)I can`t help it, I`m a Brae` block motherfucking gangstaI can`t help it, I`m a Southwest motherfucking gangstaI can`t help it, I`m a H-Town motherfucking gangstaWe can`t help it, we some bar none motherfucking gangstas