Текст песни Mase - Family Crisis, слова песни Mase

Текст песни Mase - Family Crisis

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[mase]Huddy combs bring it home, we dont stopJimmy jones all alone, we dont stopLoon crime fam, we dont stopMeeno, nrb, we dont stopTo my man blinky blink, we dont stopMy sis baby stase, she dont stopKiller cam, cardan, they the famOne two, we dont stopI know you thinkin, how many niggas he got? Or what, how many niggas is hot? [cardan]Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch stickerYou know, that get on the stand and snitch stinkerSo when cardie read the press, I dream of successI want cream to invest plus a beam and a lexSo I sold bags of dutch, the cash and plusMy dads a lush, so all we really had was us, what? [meeno]Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some chipsAnd about a half a brickNow the whole teams in the mix facin a three-to-sixCuz they got the da believin this shitSo we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dustLife in harlem world shouldnt be so toughIts hot at home, mammas got a block on the phoneCouldnt call my man pete so I called huddy comb[huddy] yo, meeno[meeno] yo, hud[huddy] on the low, heres the verdictA nigga tried to front on me, pard, I wanna murderI want the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide openTell blink get on the next thing smokin[meeno]Shit, I recognize that whipDidnt he do a drive-by on the strip? Got caught, couldnt do five so he snitched? What type of guys this? look in his eyesHes a bitchMase, remember when we had his ride in the mix? His girl start to cry, he took the side of his chickLike we some niggas that lie on our hitsWho you forget when you was suckin and fuckinNow the wars on, we buckin and duckin (black)Mase pulled his truck in (black)Blood rushin, spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie hoMase drive slow, and they go five-ohLook out the window be sure we wasnt followedNo observers, whew! I just got away wit murder[cardan]Yo, you aint got to front for me, my gun pop tooNigga pop me? nigga pop youYo, dont shorty right there look familiar? Matter of fact, while back used to deal wit herYou wouldnt believe all the things that honey didYo, thats the same one throw the money out the cribI liked it lot better when she came from venezuelaBut she spent too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her[blinky]But yo, I know her friend chariseShe mad bad from baghdadCarry lotta money in glad bagShe doin runs for willie gumUsed to think that bitch was slickBut found out she was really dumbShe really from phillys hunt of be morebout to blow her spot like c-4Never see me poorSo why this bitch fuckin wit me forKnowin that my life is up and down like see-saw[stase]For days you argue and go through the phaseYou blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo waysNo feelings, thats while the hoes you stealinCreepin, sneakin in your pocket while you sleepinFreakin off on the major deganWit your new rican every single week and its sentimentalUnderstand what you been throughYou fuck a friend, she dont hold it against you[mase]Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck niggaWhat chu want nigga? what chu want, what chu got? Uh, what chu need? what chu got? uh, what chu shoot? What chu got? what? Harlem world we dont stopMother fucker, put your deal on itMother fucker, put a mil on itPut yo fuckin ice grill on itPut a mother fuckin mil on itNiggas cant fuck wit my cliqueWho wanna put the money up? I hear alot a niggas talkinBut who wanna put they deal on it? I hear alot a niggas talkinBut who wanna put a mil on it? Yall niggas aint sayin shitYo blink, back the benz upGet from round me, nigga

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