Текст песни Ruff Ryders (L.O.X.) - Too Gangsta for Radio
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* send corrections to the typist [P.K]Yeah....P. Killer.....L-O-X....Ruff Ryders [Styles]Holiday Styles, catdaddy show me the greenAnd if not, show me the work, show me the fiendsI be writing in the week `cause I know the routinePardon you, light grey off the ?marteen?Nickel the wheels, used to have to whistle for salesAnd now I cop work every tip of the scalesAnd I can make money for bait, sittin` in jailWalk by the C.O., hittin` an LAyyo, this is for the industry, consider it repI`ll dis any nigga you name, you give me a checkOld school, new school, hungry nigga not signed He ain`t saying shit if he ain`t talking with a glock ninePlease don`t call the copsWe got beef, then the shells will pop I`m tryin` to hit you while you parkHop in, push you over, take it up the blockBut I know the jakes is coming, ya man`s a snitchWakes is comin` so start getting candles litI`mma show you how the hustlers handle shitI`ll crack your head like a customer with grams and spliffFamily shit, but ain`t no picnics involved just a trip to the zooDressed in all brown with a banger in your shoeIn too deep in the yard with a thousand niggas just like you, cocksucker [Jadakiss]A thousand niggas just like youNarcs is trying to crack down, coke went back downIt`s hard to get green, but everybody got brownThey know I got the China for 15 in the diner20 after 12 in the building, see the minorsMartega massacare You run around buying bundles, I get eggs from AfricaBurn the block for a year then I`m stashin` ya and snatch the truckFree bile with half the dutchWhile they got you on the wall, I`m crackin` upAnd the police could send you shookin` When they ask you if you wanna cut them a deal that send you bookin`In the bullpen with dopeheads and niggas from Brooklyn You scared to move, another nigga wearin` ya jewelsBy the time you get upstairs, he wearin` ya shoesGot the blood ?cane yettas? and niggas with the coofysIn the dayroom, blowin` each other like LucysMatter how big you are or strong you areRight or wrong, you all get along with starJust toe to toe with you with the cannon in your faceMotherfuck lappin`, here`s a stare to face--BLAW! [Sheek] {*overlapping last line*}Sheek got niggas that`ll cover his tracks when he walkin` in mudAnd use gats with no noise when he dealin` with bloodBut they bounce to one bone to the next, like bitchesHole small enough to use band-aids, no stichesEverything`s eternal from my life to my journalIt`s deeper than secrets government keepin`So bounce with me if you don`t wanna fall on the weekendOr die the weekend, literally, fly off the beaconTalk slick and get send somethin` quickOnly nigga hard enough to look up to me is my dickMy clique the boss, we don`t take no lossWhen we flow, the whole room smell like tobasco sauceCome in your crib with something hot, dead in your brainAnd watch your family jump around like the House of PainAll the numbers takin` off my Benz, no nameJust tints on the window so you can`t see throughWhile my gun is at your face like, "Peek-a-boo!"I`m teasin` you like an invisible stringTied to a bag of money, when your reach, I`ll pullClip hard to stay full, nigga, we in too deepI rock niggas to sleep, like a Jew, I`m too cheapFuck a car show; I don`t wanna be around nothing that can heatAnd I`m 2-7-30, gimme your gun cleanIt`s comin` back to you dirty, nigga, watch the birdie Hook: [Styles]If you a player in the game and you in too deepAnd you get knocked, yo, please don`t snitch[Jadakiss & P.K]That`s my word[Styles]Take your time like ya man do in front of the judgeAyyo, dog, don`t be no bitch[Jadakiss & P.K]Dog, ya heard?[Styles]`Cuase if we all get knocked then we all get lockedWord is bond, won`t be no clique[Jadakiss & P.K]That`s for real[Styles]