Текст песни Shyheim f GP Wu - The Lost Generation, слова песни Shyheim f GP Wu

Текст песни Shyheim f GP Wu - The Lost Generation

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Typed by: mobb_deep@excite.com, OHHLA Webmaster DJ FlashMotherfuckin GP in the motherfuckin houseWith shorty Shy[Rubbabandz]Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when I, start to stainCrab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grainI bring drama to your earpiece, when I bustRaps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slushIt only takes a second to dieIt only takes a minute to get highThe hoods that I run with really don`t careBustin at God with our pistols in the air[Pop Da Brown Hornet]No more loses, I`m bringin in da bossesYou wanna get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horsesI`m black, too good, deadly like a lugerI live day by day, but my mind set on the futureDrunk with vexism, handin out bad desicionsGot shit locked like state prisonsMC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for yaWhen I`m red niggaz die from paranoiaSureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me notOr I`ll be runnin shit in ya` spotDie Hard, crackin shit, like Ty CobbKeep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mobForever high, I`m the type of guy to puff chocolate thaiThen blow the smoke all in your eyeYou`re blinded, the rap style I posess, you can`t find itThat`s why you wanna constantly rewind it[Down Low Reka]Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flintWith style that you can inhale and get the nigga bentCash Rules, no choice but bein top billerHave ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killerYou know I`m iller, than the caviar, with these rhythmsThat`s Acquired to break down Immune SystemsIn any battle I`m-a come in firstWith raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curseI like sex after Ballentine Triple XUnderstandin, I run through hoes like Barry SandersNiggaz get lost in the landReachin, it`ll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand[Shyheim]I`m-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain`t hard to tellI kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cellsMy lifestyle, it didn`t change, I`m still the sameNike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chainsThe Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugsLive and direct, from New York like LugzIs it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynchedYou complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inchKid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some Shaolin whatJiggy-June bust a nut[Junelover]Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypherNiggaz you don`t really wanna see the God hyperActive, make teachers run back for practiceAnd tell they proteges, they can`t fuck with the tacticsSo give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledgeYou put your best man, even if he went to collegeWith this mutation, I serve like a chefWhat do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breathGot you gaspin from suffocationThen I leave without a clue nor an explanationIt`s the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addictStatic, you don`t want, cause when I brings it, it get tragicFaggot, now put an H on your chest and handleWhatever comes at ya, best beleive I`ma gat yaNow move back from this Jack, you can`t touch itCause if you do, you catch a buck 50 mugginI`m thuggish, with enough stamina to damage yacrew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass managerCorrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evilCausin me to to hurt innocent peopleNiggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong blockThinkin it be you until I let the nine glockPa-POP, my man shitted all in his pantsIt`s the same old song and danceAnd I`m out motherfuckers!

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