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Текст песни Puff Daddy f Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, G-Dep - Reverse

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[Puffy]I`ll never stopI don`t give a fuckIf it`s me against a million billion of ya`ll mother fuckersI will never stopI bust six out the roof of my Bentley CoupHead shots so mother fuckers can`t regroup, can`t recoupI`ll be damned if you get more points than meSell more joints than meSteal your faith, take a puff, inhale my nameSmoke on it, shit, choke on itBitch nigga, I`mma make a hit niggaHot mother fucker down to the skit niggaGame over playa, and nigga ya scored lowHit me later young, and I`m at the award showBank account ten digits and it`s all "O`s"I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoesCome on, you can even ask Don JuanIt`s official now, they all rock Sean JohnMight have to change my name to strong armYou came to get money man?That shit been long gone, come on[Shyne]Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas BondPoppin` and choppin` until the day that I`m goneShyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottleProminent premier, premium bravoWatch him explain ain`t nothin` but blood thug crime thoughShots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t`s and dot the i`s andPay the judge, drop the top we`ll mess aroundShit, it`s the kid rapper`s feelin`You cowards don`t know? I`d rather be racketeerin` somewhere Bustin` shots in the atmosphere andNot caring, fuckin` the proscecutor at my hearin`Money laundering, honies wonderingWho me? I reply casuallyCome what God would be if He was a straight GTonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride[Redman]Yo yo yo, it`s your hideGrab the rope and yell rawhideFront line is pussy, call off sidesI`m focus but my hand is cross-eyedI left my gun home, here borrow minePop the nine like a judge "All rise"This gun`ll knock plants off tall guysWe value-packs, y`all small fries(Yo, I`m from the projects)Yo, but on the floor tiedDon`t matter, we`ll take up all sizeTruly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jiveIn church dressed in cordoroy tiesNow I`m grown up and been married four timesBesides, I`m just a sight for soar eyesBrick city, known pop the door wideStolen Bonneville in New York High[G-Dep]Reversin` the plotLast come, first one to rot, first in the glotIf I miss, circlin` the block, servin` the potAnd I be the person to watchIf your girl missin` the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debtsBuy the cassette, rewind it to deathAlota y`all sweat it, you try to forgetHow I rock shit from N.Y. to TibetYou got it to bet? That`s just how you got into debtYou lost when you nodded your neckThrough the vest, through the chest that you tried to protectTake the voice that you try to project, checkDarin` you to kid, cat shootin` sperm in you wizI`m why you smell herb in the cribMan I`m out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthfulIndo out-do, intro to outro[Sauce Money]I`m the hottest thing spittin` so go warn your cliqueThem niggas y`all look up to is on my dickSauce motherfuckin` born to hitI get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shitLook, you against me is really nothin` to seeWho, when, where, what it`s gon` beI don`t give a fuck if it`s he or sheI`m the virgin of hip hopNobody fuckin` with meI know your type, you a ride dick niggaCry sick nigga, lied quick niggaOut of turn speakin`, first one leakin`Always the Suzuki side kick niggaBitches don`t cast stones down, they throw bricksWhy I come through and tell `em to blow dickThese nigga`s the nicest? No, go fishSauce, you da best motherfucker, no shit[Cee-Lo]You`re treated and competed, walk away from it undefeatedObserve it from over there, ok Ain`t It obvious we overheatedYou talkin` that slick shit But I jus` know that you meant me But evidently, you don`t knowI get your ass gone permanentlyIt ain`t complexI`ll just bang holes or you`re ablin` to ask who nextDo a drive-by on your project, take the trapsCome on and get some of our gun crapsI`ll straighten out the nigga nowWhen I snap, make your chest cavity collapseWhen I glide the entire mapWith the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight upPut weight down, fuck around, you ate upAnd nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate upLook in my eyes, I`m not scaredSucka, you heard what I saidIf you don`t wanna get deadNo it ain`t no cure, ice cold in the low, the go-rillaThe mo` scrilla the more real-la, I live to rule[Busta]Don`t hold me back, you betHow many nigga`s think they fuckin` with minesA nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shineI hope you know there`s nothin` fresherThe manifester apply the pressureTie you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyesterNow fix your fuckin` face upEmpty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jawEverybody hit the fuckin` floorOnly the real mother fuckers belongI hope nigga`s don`t end the party before we finish the song(Bitch nigga)You be the last to come and harrass, reflect on the pastWhen I used to pull spine outcho assLive nigga`s go stack money, continue to bill shitLong as I`m in this fucker I`m determined to kill shitZap nigga`s like cellular flips and swell up your lipsFuck with so much dick in their ass it`s shrinkin` her hen houseHey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your triggerSalute the legacy of these throroughly recognized niggas

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