Текст песни Slim Thug and Killa Kyleon - Victory Flow
Slim Thug and Killa Kyleon - Victory Flow слова песни
[Talking]Run it okUh gyeah, run itOk uh, gyeah, run itOk uh, gyeahCheck me out right here, yoKilla[Killa Kyleon]Rappas don`t rhyme foreverSo while we here slim, me and you might as well rhyme togetherTry to make it to the top, we gon climb togetherWhen we make it to the top, we gon shine togetherI got my mind together, ready to make this moneyAnd my nine baretta, ready to take this moneyPlus I`m down with chedda, we go ?? and ??I raise my arm and spray, if they bring harm your wayListen, thats right I`d die for ya homieBust a few slugs, let `em fly for ya homieBust a few thugs, let `em die for ya homieHit them niggaz wit the heat, let `em fry for ya homieI ride for ya homie, lets take the caseAnd if the reaper come today, we finna take ya placeAnd if ya number one, killas finna take ya spaceCause aint no walkin right here, I`m finna take ya space[Slim Thug]I`m in position, no competiton can stop my missionMade a few new tranitions, two good decisionsListen to the host of the team, wit the mostOn the dirty south coast, no other team comin` closeYou finna see history, I`m tryna see victoryThats why I don`t let these frauds, and these brauds get to meIt`s automatic I static, I pull out the automaticRat-ta-tat-tat-it, till ya haters done had itBoss of the mob, not personal just doin` my jobCallin` shots controllin` cops, nigga I work hardDear god dont run through me, I`m just doin` my dutyAnd bringin` the real life, when people seein the moviesMe and Killa the perfect match, like trains and tracksWe brang the facts, everytime we bang the waxYou other suckas can`t match, this here batchWe shut down all attacks, nigga start from scratchAs we proceed, to give ya what ya needWe bout a hundred miles ahead, y`all ain`t takin` the leadYa slow pokes just don`t match, for our break a way speedWe in a whole nother leauge, then feed out greedThrow in ya white towels, raise ya white flagWe up by ten rounds, you boys is lookin` badI`m lookin` sad, sit by the curb next to the trashWit ya piss poor effort, ya dont deserve cashI mash for mine, never had to stand last in lineI`m the truth in the booth, when y`all talk trash in lineI designed the flow you spittin`, bin fuckin that hoe you hittin`Bin gettin` that dough you gettin`You behind me niggaWhen you look in front of you, you can`t find me niggaCause I`m way too far ahead, havin` way more breadOh you don`t thank so, watch me prove what I saidCompare my car to your car, ya piece to my pieceYa stash to my stash, ya teeth to my theethYa house to my house, I won you lostThat`s why you still lil man, and slim the big bossSlim t-h-u-g, just refuse to loseYa damn foos, I been runnin` this shit since high schoolI don`t bend break the rules, I pay no more duesI`m the chief in these streets, I make the rulesNigga