Текст песни Show and A.G. f Big L, Lord Finesse, O.C - Full Scale EP
Show and A.G. f Big L, Lord Finesse, O.C - Full Scale EP слова песни
* send corrections to the typist[Big L]check itwhen I`m on stage you niggas know who mic this isfor the president you roll for the heist of thismy name is ringading L, I`m hot as (?) L, I live squid Lhow could you mix in Harlem and forget Lme and you can get it onand we`ll see who get shitted onyou try to do what I did, but you did it wrongI`m not a child I`m a grown manyou was just six when I owned mentry that, you can`t buy thatpass the love black, let me try thatwhen I rap some of you fly cats get robbed and shot atknuckle up, bet I scuel youI stay Rolex-ed and never get testedso what that tell you?my whole crew smokes blunts, and fucks stuntsI won`t lie, I got tough onesthen I seen the kids who did itcocked my gat and got that datnow you figured I rapped, I`ma stop at thatyou still livin` cause I get loud, and cowardrunnin` rounds frontin` hardlike you doubt about it, but I doubt it doubt itwhen I recite, you takin` hours to writeso if you whitesay, you man you kind of flowered your life[Lord Finesse]I be that underworld Don, certified bum(check it dunn)promise y`own, an` nice oneby all means my meaning is to roll supremelike Show(I don`t wannabe a player)I just coast ya teamreign supreme, strange and still breakcan`t get relate, I`m after ill papeslike Bill Gatesdont`t flip drugs, just a slip dog and get slugmake chicks buff, and take it all offlike strip clubsI`m too slick on some old ya cool shitdon`t scoop on me, B, before I need you shitI got chicks buff, half ya cash shookI got the shit to make you.....nigga look I been buyed, escaped on thin iceI have mics, cats nicelike Glenn Wicegame`s tight, so just skip the name, rightcause I be damned to have a chanceto rock the same mic[Chorus]yeahdignified soldiers, we roll like bolderssome of us are whilers, just while money holdersso I`m just too slick we`ll see who`s the goldest?too strong believer whose heart be the coldest?[A.G.]now I`m ya mic like your mikereal shine like George liveburn mics two fifths I better hold micsbe sworn like GD on mics I bore tightsso might been enough, that`s all you butch in the clutchfeelin` and rollin`, state you stealin` the toastbut prepare to slain like the last daysmad waves, make the paperbut these chickens tape the vaporI lays the flavour, wannabe majorthat`s my natureI`m sworn addict to the dopest shitload two clips, like my mind breaksfalsen it, it`s over with hold my cliplike achieve a top off like Jabber(?) Stevensyou wanna see, it`s the beamercause it`s off the hookI smoke a chief us, they remain herelook they need ussellers, they wanna beat us but they ain`t hereI blow spots when I hold plotsbut those cops, they try too hold blocksby most of the tops, I go shotsif you not, I`m burnin` hutten in the burden frontin`I`m MP due, in the rear-viewain`t nothing, that would you statebut I say that while I`m somethingend up troublebut all them other known ya MC`sbetter take where y`all can get itcause when we hit itwe goin` basiclet you know that D.I.T.C. shit it