Текст песни Popa Wu f Cuffie Crime Factory, I Born - Sundown
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[Intro: ShaCronz]Yo, what`s up?The fuck is the deal?Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahShaCronz, the high JuanWith my affiliates, U.K.All day, and y`all fucked up nowWhat? What? Yo, yo..[Chorus 2X: ShaCronz]When the sundownClear the court, I got my guns nowAll y`all tough niggaz run now[I Born]Eh yo.. it`s the I, mic murder first degreeNo doubt no pressure, where beef? First that`s FreeHad a punk pay the certain seedBT`s had me on freeze, where they wear sheetsOn concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreatOn reach, peace, where the each is ownIt`s in eats in homes, thief will flyBeast with chrome, top rated, Billy platedShaded, throw it up nigga, run it, give it up niggaTrigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblinCannon of the mobster, that phantom that got yaSet up, chop they necks, sword`ll keep they head upThem vexed where its freedom, in death get yo head up[Freemurder]Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore backWhy you tellin me and I already know that?Fast frame dude like KodakShowin `em, where the coke atPump wiz who`s nose that blow crackGot up and got the dough backSee no plaques, niggaz see the 16`s and hold thatFlip C.R.E.A.M. and blow that, flip trees and blow thatLil` Free squeeze with ease and you know that[Chorus 2X][Jet Black]I`m on some new shit, click do hits to keep the crew richFly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whipsChicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotizedIllegal enterprise, playin pies, only my click`ll riseTo the top of New York with Cronz poppin the corkOn the Don, mob got it locked in the fortCops I extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard?)I move crack to Stat`, loop my troup to shoot backChicks say "who dat?", fly Don ya got ya eyes onTy-Jigs, ShaCronz, spray it like dry lawnClaracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzoMarried to the mob, my broad carry a uz-oHoes in Parasuco`s, dough long like my new poleTrue cold lows, froze with bloody loopholesBlow mackin noodles, pop the mack double unoToss like Hugo, floss numero uno[ShaCronz]Yo, what`s up now? Niggaz ain`t got y`all guns nowY`all don`t seem so tough nowCronz spit, y`all nerds fuck with the wrong clickPack long shit, liquor and C.R.E.A.M., check out my teamHilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this bitch in the seamAss show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of Lincoln Mabby`sIn front of nail salons, cats hail the DonI fuck bitches pale, blonde, frail or longMy comrades get hailed and shownedBailbond, nice Royce, course, hail stormsTrash dances instead of jungle weedIn the jungle we, bubble keysIn the bubble jeep, S3, team all plunky with easeWe on some snake shit, hungry to squeezeYou don`t need no gun and cheese[Chorus 4X][Outro: ShaCronz]What? All y`all faggot motherfuckersHa, shit is real in the battlefieldWhat? U.K., 10th ChamberFor real, ShaCronz, Billy BoxTy-Jigs, the emperorLil` Free, F-R-double EThe Gods, same thangHow we movin? (U.K.)U.K., U.K., U.K.