Текст песни Money Boss Players - Games
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*laughter*Man, you sure you`re gettin money, B you ain`t gettin a dimeY`all niggas is petty crooks, snatchin chains and pocket booksWho you been wit? (Jive ass, money-go motherfuckers)In this ghetto jurisdiction, some niggas are solid, while others arescience fictionWell respected, I`m connected to the roots and the trees, me familia`sthickFlippin ki`s, dangerous, stay on top of broken ank-lesKickin ghetto wit spang-les, so all places new to the gameMVP`s down to earth, niggas talkin `bout ki`sThey gotta grab theirs first while my crew sittinsippin Cristal, puffin spinach in my villaMoney Boss nigga, bigger than your biggest coke dealerWe be the outspoken, no one hoes like calibreMetal like Metallica, so cock your Mac 11`s if your wit meYou ain`t sellin shit and you ain`t doin shitYou kills me, coke`s is steppin stones to big cars and homesImpress me and buy a half brick o` DUptown NY, makin MVP`s(There`s only three ways out, so how you wanna play?)Chorus:If it ain`t real, it ain`t rightGrown men playing teenage gamesDon`t gotta say no namesMusicians wanna be gangstasGangstas wanna be musiciansTwo sides on all positionsSo be what you witnessMy everyday, seen a pocket full of greenAs the sun beams on the QB and make it gleamC notes and half Amir`s, break off and rubber bandsJump and touch a class window, blacked out, black eraIs there a common wealth? Twistin up a 20 for delfIf your AG`s then seize my peeps with the wealthAll players, big willies, big spenders and hustlersDice game, Five-0 break it up, wanna ????Make some moves with this crab niggaI knew he was a fake niggaGot knocks, snitched up, switched upStarted turning state, caught a caseand I thought court offenders make the best story sayersMoney Boss PlayersChorusSo you`s a hustler, you ain`t a hustler, you`s a gangstaI bet`cha, and if you had cash would I sweat`cha?You`re buggin, my street dialect ain`t sogginAbsolute, no jive, aiyo busters start in fiveDon`t fuck with them and those cos they shallowChocolate weed be on my breath coppin Nike Air apparellComin thru blocks, rippin shit up like a vandalWe all can`t play, some of us face sport and KangolRoll dice, I`m nice, sippin half pints of courageI heard, sellin coke is the only way to flourishIf the God ain`t got it, the God ain`t spendinPo` niggas still po`, them niggas they livin splendidChorus