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Sauce Money

Middle Finger U

  hip-hop  rap  hiphop  terror squad  new york
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Текст песни Sauce Money - Middle Finger U

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Fuck these niggasI don`t give a fuck about nothinAnd you eitherThis is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckersWe all got em, stupid motherfuckersWanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love usIdolize us, eat a dick, can`t touch usSlick nigga, far from a snitch niggaOr bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick niggaWhere it`s at nigga, roam with the chrome niggaFat nigga, bat against your dome niggaI`m that nigga, one you can`t even crushType of cat shit in your crib and don`t even flushKind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touchOn some Russell Simmons shit, but ain`t in no RushCause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go?Who the fuck can you get when I`m ready to spitWhen you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shitSpit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lieTen shots light you up like the 4th of JulyI don`t need your help, bitch, I got support from the skyQuite fluid, I`m a definite, you might do itBitches, guns and ones, got a right to itFuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through itTattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheadedSwear to God, y`all niggas better act like Christ said itHey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man?Arrogant bastardChubby motherfuckerYou think you alla that, man?I can`t even stand to hear this shit no more, manHey you know what motherfuckers? It don`t stop thereI`ma solidify my rap spot til it`s not fairNothin to do with it, niggas say, "I`m glad it was them"Somethin to do with it, niggas gon` be glad it was themInspire men, or some R&B shit and fire tenWith Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spinMy whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spinYou just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion`s denLookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupidI run with a 112 kids who raped CupidPlus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot redHands where I can cee like Busta saidI lead by example, nigga - must I led?Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I saidReal niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your wayCrackin jokes while I`m talkin to JayGettin head from four dimes from New York in a dayThis flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soulSplit your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the roadI don`t play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappersOnly aim to decay and spray wack rappersIf niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shitDon`t buy my album, fuck you and suck my dickBetter forget it, just to be specificCause if you the one, then I`m too terrificBetter relax, `fore you get it twistedIt`s to the death now, if you make the shitlistForget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingleI`m real money, fold up, you funny money, jingleNews flash, here`s a hot-ass item to bring youHad a car, Roley, and house before my first singleI know how y`all niggas roll, quiet as a tearMy album ain`t even dropped, and I`m writer of the yearI got shit, find me in your record store under `hot shit`While you register, under `not shit`I drop hits in the streets and triggers`ll blowShow after show, watch him, big as I rollWe all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and doughDid you hear? I`m the fattest, nicest nigga you knowAnd I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buckConfuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duckIf you happen to sell half weight your game is luckWho write for who? Y`all sound the same, lame as fuckCan`t control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told itWho bought it? And if you sold it? Extort itFor somethin I might have smoked, roll itNever get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold itI got both sides of the fence in minuteI got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rentedI got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute

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