Текст песни Rasaq f Chamillionaire, Lew Hawk - Be True 2 It
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(*talking*)Ghetto Status mayn, yeahKoopa, know I`m talking boutAn underground soldier babyMilitary mayn, hey[Chamillionaire]230 thousand dollas not a lot to Rasaq, get out your clockAnd time how long it take em, to finish building my spotI`m the hottest the South has got, if you think Chamillion is notSwallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your mouth is lockedSome look up to Pac, and some look up to The RockBut short is something I`m not, so I don`t look up a lotYou wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocksWhen the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stopI`m not gon knock a nigga, for trying to look like he doing itBe true to it, if you say you doing it and ain`t doing itThen you will get exposed, you know that I`m gonna ruin itIt`s foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool with itI`ma expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggazNo brain in your head, cause your head hollow ass niggazAll you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass niggazI wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than Jigga`s ass niggazYep, the tool is keptBut we can take off the gloves, and we can do to deathDon`t get it mixed up, my chips up I`m glued to checksDon`t get it switched up with the chicks, cause I`m smooth as HeffYep and it ain`t nothing better, than money and hoesOk I lied about one of those, and one of em`s hoesTwo different types of green, yep then one of em growsOk both of em grow, but for me it`s money from shows, yepIt`s the King, KoopaHey, hey, hey[Lew Hawk]I need a six foot dime, that`s gon ride for meThe type of broad if it`s heat, she gon lie for meStash cake for me, when it`s HPDOn my trail trying to see, how the crew get down22`s on the Coupe, that`s how the crew get downUptown, that`s where them niggaz play with K`s and tech`sAnd dump your body in them streets, if it`s disrespectDifferent sets on channel six, keep these hoochies wetDifferent sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in checkI make checks from killa flows, that I spit on tourComing straight from the heart, from the pain I endureLocked up in a cage, with no sun for daysBetter play them street smart, and try to duck dark daysThey say, that sixty grams`ll get you two for sixThe sixty grams in my clip, can get your wrist on litBracelets with them karats, sparkling niceLooking like you stuck your fist, in a block of iceBut take advice from a hustla, the cops is sickI pop a snitch, it`s niggaz on the block that snitchI`m trying to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mixI stay in the mix hitting licks, cause my grinding to fixBetter fix your frame without, when you speaking on usIt`s the triple C Click, and they can`t fuck with usUh, Lew Hawk, uh[Rasaq]It`s the young Hooligan, who could fool with himI kill beats on they two, like this is a penDon`t make me click-clack, and reload againLeave your ears are opening, the size of rolling rimsMouth full of ammo, the black RamboDo they want me to spit for em, Cham (man, no)And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a land soWatch where you stand, ohJudging how the hand glow, if I let the hand slowThe sun will pack in gold, they knowMatter of fact, the flow is so damn hotI gotta come out the throwback, Ast-roChickens happen to know, how we rap at the showThat`s why they the first to come, and the last to goShe the first to come, you the last to knowCan I get her ass to go, niggaUh-huh, Cha-Military mayn