Текст песни Shyheim f Bars-N-Hooks, V12 - Ya Not No Killa
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[Intro: Bars]Just yesterday I was born againEveryday when I wake up, I`m born over[Bars]One for the money, two for the cashThree for Riker`s Island, who need weed bag stashSeen dope fiends throw up, shitty weed bags, it`s madnessCoppers perpetrayin` the fort, crackers wanna kill niggazTriggers get handed to niggaz, with no casesI guess I`d have a gun, if I was saferNever hate us, come in dreams, when I be sleepin`Makin` me wake up, with cold sweats, it`s no threatImaginary gunshot to the headBut I be happy, when I don`t wake up deadI`m just on point, do what y`all might doEven though that ain`t like youYou ain`t no killa, nigga, my type 2Pencil will carve a name in a checkThat`ll get your ass gensu, in two[Chorus: V12]You not no killa, and everybody knows you notYou not no killa, no, no, you ain`tKilla, you not, you know you not, you not, a killaYou not no killa, no, oh no[V12]Big guns try to approach, but need oneDon`t force me to pump you and your soldiers, your close breathFree throws, like bitches, keep babies, it might seemCrazy, how I`d rap and sing, it`s truly amazingI spend nights and a days, with a bad bitch from BeijingAnd them cops keep hating, I`m answer my floorBut at the same time, get off these hammers, increasin` my throatCall me V-Twizzy, more tenor, bitch, cuz you the dumb oneLook, Tony, not to get hit from the blind sideBitches, cling rider, whoever, dun, it`s y`all timeAnd everybody knows your not[Hooks]I`m that good guy, hood fly, dubbies on an SSix double no, bling, hangin` off my neckBang tattered on my waist, I ain`t go no problemsBut that ratchet can`t be safeJust in case, I gotta put a bastard in his placeCuz I ain`t been dead nothingI showed a love I have, and did my life thuggin`Youngin` from the 41st side of the hoodMix a twenty sacks of haze, with a sack of that woodCuz I get high, like I get money and hoesI done came up, and still be runnin` the same codesAnd I move crowds, air you outNiggaz round the hood said B-N-H got the juice nowNew Now N Laterz, we back, you wankstaQ.B., 41st Side, B.A. gangstasGot it locked, you ain`t a killer, never buck a shot, niggaStock boy, you too cold to be a hot boy[Chorus][Shyheim]Some actin` cuckoo like he just flew over a nestLike y`all give a fuck how much weight he benchShyheim, my government and my attributeBIG left me a tech a nine, at my cribsSo give me the loot, or LBC it like SnoopI`m out to get coof again, coof again, coupeTurn up the thermostat, I beat a murder rapI`m about to bring it back, in the name of crackIn the name of dope, slidin` through your hoodOn a diamondback, with spokesBig boy toys, underneath the smoke of cokeY`all motherfuckers must think I`mma jokeI smack niggaz like you, and tell `em, go get your gunsAs far as I`m concerned, y`all can suck dick and swallow cumI`m God son, the rose of salvationProduct of the ghetto, I`m the streets creationI move like vampires, only at nightHand grip like plyers, on the block with rapid fireGoin` hay wire, I stab a nigga til my arm gets tiredAbout to retire..