Текст песни Shyne f Foxy Brown - The Gang
Shyne f Foxy Brown - The Gang слова песни
{Shyne} (Foxy Brown)[Shyne] Uh huh[Foxy Brown] Uh[Shyne] Lets get it clear (Uh huh) Brooklyn Vietnam (That`s right)[Foxy Brown] Yo yo... Live from the seven-one-eight y`all; Murder City[Shyne] Lay down nigga (It`s the Ill Na Na)Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y`all understand? (Let`s go)(1st Verse) [Shyne]Ride with me as I race through ya hoodGive me a fifth that`ll bang and a jury that`ll hangPants saggin` in that Bentley wagonAyo that`s my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin`Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shitHad a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shitSome` bout watchin` Montana come up outta HavanaAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammerFuckin` with the Cheddar BoysSome hustler flip girls instead of boysKeep filthy laweys, for when the FEDs annoy usWe keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorusAnd the Street Lords and Truly YoursDrive Modena Spiders and big exhaustBleed for the streets love the warMy nose bleeds for weeks I love the rawPuncture niggaz when I comfort niggazMotor City to Brooklyn VeitnamNigga it`s on till my flesh is goneAnd even then I live on in gangsta form[Chorus]What you know about that?Macs and cash nigga how you love that?What you know about that?Doin` it up livin` it up, nigga what?What you know about that?The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it isWhat you know about that?Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours(2nd Verse) [Foxy Brown]It`s the "Godfather Buried Alive"Ayo Po it`s the Ill Na Na stuntin` in 5.0Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers outIn Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin` off when the goons is outYall got a muthafuckin problem when my dude get outDutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guiness StoutThats my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside & NostrondIn the butter scotch RoverI`m ah bad gal style like I`m `postaGot his comrades in Clinton bustin` nuts on my posterPhone check! Muthafucka hit the yard upComm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad upI`m hot steppin in the pink staline sevenI`ma stunt till BIG tell me there`s a ghetto up in heavenSee through niggaz take they time like a manWe don`t snitch we don`t sing on the stand but y`all don`t hear me though..[Chorus](3rd Verse) [Shyne]Money, cars, guns, hoesSniff some blow and I`m good to goEagle inflated Federal Bureau InvestigatedMost hated nigga read the affidavitUh racing loud pipesbig fucking exhausts burning the turnpikeMy game so tight I arouse dikesYou punk rappers should paying me publishing the way you writeAnd be sampling my life, every line in your rhymeSound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don`t blame yaWho wouldn`t? Young nigga catching chargesContinental Ts parked in garagesMenages, odds isI`m the best spittin` it, nigga I`m gettin` itI admit it I was watching New Jack CityAnd fucking with ?Goodfellas? Uncle Paul got me dying to ballEvery thing I talk about I live itAll you hear these rappers rap about I really did itI was designed to hold nines, and grindStep out of line put you in that white lineRearrange ya brain ain`t nothin changeYou know the game jet planes and cocaineAnd what I say might be held against meI don`t wanna talk, I`m the hottest nigga in New York[Chorus]