Текст песни Soulja Slim f Afficial, Krazy, Master P, - Can`t Touch Us
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[Master P]Soulja Slim (What`s happ`n big round)I`m on my way out that Yole I`m gonna meat ya in that Nolia (Umm huhn)But I`m brangin` my homies from the East Coast wit us (It`s cool)If it`s any problems we got some straight head bustas ya heard me(Ya know, ya know, ya know) Check it out[Chorus 2X: Krazy]My click you don`t want beef wit (beef wit)My heat, niggas I sleep wit (sleep wit)Tank Dogg, niggas I creep wit (creep wit)These niggas head bustasFuck the feds they can`t touch us[Slay Sean]Cars, bracelets, chains we coppin` it allDesperados, you can call Flames, Afficial`s my dawgsRide Jordans, 23`s on the truck, screened upSmokin` sticky green, welcome aboard, beam upI`m from Rockaway I used to sit in spots all dayGettin` money, it`s funny I`m still the same wayHit chickens take 2 at a time, still pimpin`I`m paralyzed when it comes to these hoes, no feelin`spush cars wit drop ceilin`, our money is longNo limit is the family yall, the army is strongOnce P gives the O-K I`m droppin` the bombCockin` the arm, ain`t no way of stompin` this storm[Afficial]A look I`m spazzed outSummertime catch me wit the Jag outI got beef wit niggas I pull that mac outA stick up, I dare yall niggas to tryI shoot a round that slow yall niggas down like yield signsI`ll sell my house & my car before I go brokePlay hard, pop fly, & get bitches to jump ropeWhy you talkin` bout them bricks you ain`t sold no cokeI cop a car off the lot, you sendin` car notesMy squad likes to drink, so I buy out the barNiggas look hard when we slide thru like credit cardsI get high, smack niggas, & take shitI went to jail for 5 sticks like Double Mint[Chorus][Afficial (S-Flames)]The bigger the barrol is it`s harder to swallowI gotta put you in the creek where the water is shallowAfficial, game over is the law & the mottoPut it out for the bitches & the niggas a followI`m a soldier, it`s different when you dealin` wit meChrome wheels it feel like you ridin` on ski`sYa feel me niggaI`ll kidnap & peel you niggaNow you back to yo crib after I kill you niggaI real wit it, niggas feel it, what`s the questions aboutWhen niggas minds change up when the weapons is outWe pullin` `em out squeeze it not leavin` you breathin`If you hatin` I ain`t mad cause I`m given you reasons[Afficial]These little niggas ain`t ballin` rightSo guess I gotta call the plays outIt ain`t thuggin` on the hook unless it come out Krazy`s mouthAn you know we got `em thinkin` that them boys is uglyWe flip shit up & turn dogs back to puppies[Master P]Find me uptown whodi servin` them vicksI mean millionaire status still runnin` them bricksHomie, Bentley & Hummers you know we bout dat shitWe from the dirty, dirty boy so we ice the wristI mean 20 on chrome just the law of the whipsFind us thuggin` in the projects like blood & cripsI mean ME & MY NIGGAS WE BE HUSTLIN` TO EATCAUSE THESE NO LIMIT SOLDIERS WHODI RUNNIN` THESE STREETS[Silkk the Shocker]Even though I`m last to speak, look never last to eatIf that`s them, I blast the heatSlumped inside when I walk past the jeepYou know Silkk does not look havin` thatI tell `em a new nigga in town dawg & I won`t half of thatYou can act up, you know what`s the aftermathWe done wit your chick, we finished wit her, you can have her backYou know it`s nothin` bout doubtin` us when ever you see meWreck the Bentley next day popped up in a Ashton MartiniNiggas know If I got heat on me, they know that I shot itI ain`t gotta tell `em that I got money, they know that I got itWho you know can flip & get rich off of one sellIf they gettin` it, shit is over now nigga like 112I do shit by myself, so niggas they won`t tellI gotta couple niggas facin` life sentencesThat a kill you while they on bailThe dope game to the rap game switched the game upFrom Vyshonne to Silkk The Shocker look switched my name up[Soulja Slim]What you think the streets for got about meShit I`m the streets & I`m the beatAn if you got 7-5 I`m that quarter of kiCome & get it, I`m gonna serv ya somethin` proper, uncutAin`t No limit over here dawg, excuse me back the fuck upI smoke camels cause I`m penitentiary, get high of stickyEver now & then might sip a little henneyMy dawg Chill just got out & got these niggas spookedOh scary ass niggas, we don`t do the thangs we used to doSo be cool cause[Chorus: Krazy]My click you don`t want beef wit (beef wit)My heat, niggas I sleep wit (sleep wit)Tank Dogg, niggas I creep wit (creep wit)These niggas head bustasFuck the feds they can`t touch usMy click you don`t want beef wit