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Текст песни Screwball f Cormega, Havoc - Y2K

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Chorus:On the real, all you crab niggas know the dealExclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shitOn the real, all you crab niggas know the dealExclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shitOn the real, all you crab niggas know the dealExclusive, Queensbridge coming with that new shit[Havoc]Yo, Infamous Mobb on they job, 41st side originatorsSmackin fake players, strugglin to cop gatorsFrontin with, ice grill metal down off the impostYou know the deal, NYC official battlefield??? up on death, can`t hear your squad is affused to healPermantly scarred, niggas from here to hillNon-religous, who with the gods, yes you know I bill youTheir standpoint, keep an open mind, like a dime shortyMy rhymes is two to five, the route to mine, tanted aspectsYell timber, you gettin chopped by my gortexDisect, tap ya ?jap? plus your chicken, we rippinShip from NY to North Click, lotto pickBudweiser, make you piss, scared to deathOn your own self, the InfamousChorus[KL]Now its verbal abuse `cuz the mic`s in useTo y`all sorry excuse, get`cha neck put in a nueseKL`s quick to let loose to make your blood count reduceOver the snare drum, we reproduce like cumImpragnatin` the track to make it fatter than it wasGivin life to ideas, through the verse is what it does[Poet]We see a close call, about two clicks from my fortressWe roll a squad deep on the Kawasaki horsesQueensbridge`s got the drop on y`all niggas tryin to toss usWe metal down time to show these clowns who the boss is[Kamikaze]We live for this shit, ain`t tryin to take no losesAccumulatin too much cream for you to touchFuckin welcome to my clutches Wipe the blood up off my chucka`sFrom the ruckus, you gone, and your crew still love usCan`t call it, I`m in love with this good life shitI`m workin with jewels, cars, chicken clits, payin rentMorg presidents, runnin wild, stackin in pilesOnyx pendants and ruby down shit from the nileKamikaze style, tote the antique three poundYo `Mega, lets cop this brick and let the Mobb supply the townChorus[Cormega]Begotti rims on a Yukon Denali, jewels on my bodyThe type that make the trife`est niggas move on somebodyWhere my ice is glittermy nine`ll fuckin terminate you ghetto license niggaI know you heard about my gold chain chokin meCocaine provokin me, boo from Peru with my llelo in her ovaryY`all niggas front, I rule in the hoodMy sons in the hood, I rock my jewels in the hoodGot guns in the hood for makin moves in the hoodHit is on, theres anotha funeral in the hoodYou know the deal, test me, get hit directlyThis little nigga pack big Heat, like Joe PeschiFlow deadly, y`all niggas don`t impress meMy four-four`s above the law, police won`t arrest meMy niggas at the corna stores, hustlin, go for yoursLifes a bitch, and I`m gonna run up in it raw niggaChorus

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