Текст песни Prodigal Sunn f Freemurder, J. Wellz, Yu - Procrastinators
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[Hook: J. Wellz]Gun Hill, Bedstuy, Fort Greene, special teamsYung Masta, P-Sunn, Freemurder[Yung Masta]Balance the oppositeMilitant raps, make soldiers pop they clipsHeatin` up Metropolis, rockin` the whole populousAin`t no stoppin`, mercenary droppin` shit likeI`m on the shelf, you stand fear, cops is watchin` shitImitator tried to copy this, download it to floppy disksThose is poisonous, leave you twist, best to watch it, kidI roll with many bald heads and dreadedMentality is war, havin` niggaz pitch like Andy PettitteAnd ready to set it; old dog in my pocket, don`t set itMe and my crew, we bustin` through like Jerome BettisYo, my name spell disaster, doc` and only, Yung MastaComin` at cha, with a fortified structure, I move fasterFrom Killa Bronx to Cali, Down South, and WorldwideFuturistic design, watchin` streets with third eyeDisrespect my family, and it`s boom bye byeGod think we on the rise, til we kiss the sky[Chorus 2X: J. Wellz]Procrastinators, my nigga, what the fuck you waitin` on?Stay on the move, stay hustlin`, this the day is gone[Freemurder]Go ahead or play hard, but don`t push meOne in head, a-long, don`t play hookieBust lead in they yard, they won`t look meRight in the eye, Ray Charles can see you pussyNo pain, nigga, no gainThe mack have you dancin` in line like Soul TrainI don`t wanna rob you, that jewelry is plainThat ain`t hood or fly, like Soul PlaneThat ain`t good, should pop your own chainThe album went wood, should of copped your own shameNow you hopin` over trains, your car won`t workYour car won`t work, your shorty givin` headIn the car, on the curve, aww, you`se a herbPa`, that`s my word, stay far from the birdsCrackin` on wood, your broads gettin` servedAll in the face, just markin` my turfSpittin` ya cake, bored, lettin` those hoes amp youNow watch `em `play boy`, like the porno channel[Hook][Prodigal Sunn]First of all don`t discuss em, trust emYeah, I`m good, where I`m atEmpty on tracks, SMPTE the ratch`, rock a few hatsNew plaques, it`s stacked, I keep pushin` the game, hold me backWatch the game grow old, folks sellin` they soulGreatest story ever told, about the champ who roseNice on his toes, precise with his flows and hoesNever in it from the beginning, cats keep sinningSlugs keep spinning, slap a thug, mugged from grinningI`mma stay winning, love women, like blood in my veinsRep my name, any terrain, Sunzini the flameRaised up, in the lion`s den, warrin` with menTrapped and sent gas and wheezing for oxygenVisual toxin, the story of the hood rottenWe came a long ways, from pickin` cotton, takin` hot onesRidin` shotgun, Return of the Prodigal SunnLong awaited, carefully created, second to none[Chorus 2X][Outro: J. Wellz]J. Wellz...