Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Lil` O, Chris Ward, Skrilla - Niggas in Tha Game
S.L.A.B. f Lil` O, Chris Ward, Skrilla - Niggas in Tha Game слова песни
(*gun shots*)(*talking*)S.L.A.B., Slow, Loud And Bangin`Some real shit, ha-haYou missed me, motherfuckerMany men (C. Ward), many many many many menWanna be like me, but they can`t fuck with the M.O.BIt`s C. W-A-R to the D[Chris Ward]It`s hard to see, I`m hard to beHey you um fraud to me, and that`s fraud as can beAnd I don`t care for no apology, fuck you and your briberyYou should of knew that from the get go, I`ll set up a robberyI`ll have your home hit, leave your dome splitLeave your vest and chest a mess, once the 4-4 chrome spitNiggaz beefing with me, like they got a bone to pickWell holla at me I`ll be in the hood, me and my Yellowstone click[Lil` O]My enemies can`t even fathom, what I think in my mindCause if they saw what I saw, they would sleep with they nineSee Lil` O`s like a gorilla, in the heat and combinedYou disappear, just for speaking on mine it`s not a gameSo let`s put it in the open, I`m addressing the issueYou cry babies, let me get you some tissueI`m 30 seconds from getting the pistol hopping out, letting you grissleI told you suckers that my weapon will whistle, for disrespecting a pitbullBut I`m so fly, I could piss on a missleSo if you plexing bitch make it official, I`ll two way you right backLike ha sucker, I`m coming to get youAnd if they catch me nigga, fuck the judicial[Skrilla]As long as there`s blood in my veins, and air in my lungsI`ma be stuck in this game, and weighing a gunI hold my head to the sky, as I blink at the cloudsThen hit the roof, and get to thinking out loudWhat you know about choking on stones, or rubbing up zonesOr disconnecting dizzy broads, before for to your phoneOn in the kitchen broad bitching, bout the odor is strongYou cook it slow and hit the do`, before she notice you goneI`m holding my own, it ain`t nothing above meGo toe to toe with a track, until my knuckles are bloodyIt`s a must I get ugly, if you mess with my nutsFull speed when I bleed, mashing the pedal for thrustGot my mind made up, to keep the crime rate upLaws struggle steady hoping, that my rhymes pay upAs long as the water is hot, and the dishes are cleanMy position`s in the kitchen, dog I`m living my dream[Hook]Niggaz in the game, wanna act like we not a GBut I done told em, ain`t no fucking with S.L.A.BAnd if they do, they gon be next to be resting in peaceCause ain`t no way you haters, taking my life awayThat`s why we quick to click on niggaz, that`s bumping with usIt`s ride or die, and I`ll be sure that you riding with usSlow, Loud And Bangin` on them niggaz, we cock and we bustAnd if they run up with that nothing, they fin to get rushed(*talking*)These bitches gotta go, I ain`t playing no gamesThis time around, put that on my lifetake every single one of you, hoe ass niggaz out[Trae]These issues I`m living, got me losing focus but I keep my coolStraight up I got my mind made up, I don`t wanna be six feet laid upBut it seem to keep testing my patience, barely missing they deathAnd soon to be, they gon be touched and that be quiet as keptMy mind frame in another world, and it don`t plan to come backAnd the day it come back, my enemies fin to be under attackThis life I`m living ain`t no joke, so I ain`t fin to play no gamesI got a perfect aim for these cats, so they can feel my painThat`s why I grind full time, one life to live to get mineSo I`m full speed to the job, until it`s time to lay it downAnd to them cats that sent a slug, right through the side of my carIt ain`t over you got it coming in the war, I don`t bar[Jay`Ton]These niggaz fake they act like cakes, just like some hoesTheir the type of niggaz, that don`t really last that longThat`s why my nine on my side, when I`m ready to rideI walk around with my head high, with nothing but prideCause I`m a thug ass nigga, busting at snitch niggazI`ma be a grave digger, for niggaz hating my figgasMy enemies gotta go, they better duck when I`m comingMy mission is to eliminate haters, when I be rushing[Lil B]You niggaz can run but you can`t hide, I`ma leave your chest openWithin fifty feet is my range, infrared beams scopingChoking you haters, that`s trying to hate on a GLil B I`m still that nigga, that`ll rep S.L.A. to the BWanna plex then grab your gun, we known to keep a nigga on the runLeave em stunned wet and done, just like a fresh hot cinna-bunSay playboy these streets talk, don`t make me have to come to your houseBreak you off when the glock cough, Slow, Loud And Bangin` won`t take a loss(*talking*)Old hoe ass nigga, fuck aroundAnd run up in your motherfucking houseAnd duct tape your spies nigga, put oneIn your motherfucking brainTalking down on the name, nigga[Hook]