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Текст песни Spice 1 - Pistols, Power, Paper

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(Verse 1)I got so much trouble on my mindYou playa haters make a real nigga shineAs we pop collarsPimp slaps, I mash for dollarsWe don`t listen, hard-head-ass niggasHeated with choppersCan`t tell me shit, or to talk toWhen I`m walkin with my niggas thru the crowdTalkin hella loudOff that coke and rum, they let us in with our gunsDidn`t search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1You don`t wanna see usNigga you better roll with usWe`re ready to go to war when the Feds come to get usWe`re obitual criminals, take your punk-ass homeTryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color onYou can`t ride with usYou can`t slide with usWhen you`re actin like a bitchTerrified to bust`415` with us, too scared to die with usRed lights and street signs don`t apply to usWe brake the muthafuccin law every chance we getPut a .45 slug in the back of your shitNow, how muthafuccin gangsta can you getCause niggas gotta have balls `n brains in thisGame in this bitch niggas aim to missI heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle shipsSmash and dipPeelin on ass and hipsDo a show, bitches in the crowd flash they titsWe ain`t fake niggaSurroundin myself with killersKnow the best gun dealers in townBring Impalas to the shoot outPuttin muthafuccas to sleepIt`s deep, I still keep a .44 under the seatYou muthafuccas can`t see me when I fade to blackParanoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga(Chorus) 1xPimpin is Pussy-PoetryPistols, Power and PaperMurderers, Money, MayheimMillion of skyscrapersTell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?Is you ready to ride?Is you scared to die?Is you scared to die?Is you ready to ride?(Hook)Pimpin is Pussy-PoetryPistols, Power and PaperMurderers, Money, MayheimMillion of skyscrapers(Verse 2)I`m right behind yaI know you feel death in a roomMilitary from the womb quick to be ghetto platoonI`m a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cashRidin on enemies, smokin weed and hashG`s don`t last, will I die from a violent deathWill I live til I`m 85 and die from sexThis muthafucca is walkin `round I wanna stop him from breathinAs I dials his number he won`t make it thru the weekendI came thru the doorI said it beforePut one in his domeHe was dead before he hit the floorCause a Thug Lord nigga is always hardCome fuccin with us and we will pull your cardKnowin nothin in life but to ride and ballNever slide before a bitch nigga is hidin fromUnder cars and bushes tryna dodge the bulletsStill makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga(Chorus) 2xPimpin is Pussy-PoetryPistols, Power and PaperMurderers, Money, MayheimMillion of skyscrapersTell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes?Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise?Is you ready to ride?Is you scared to die?Is you scared to die?Is you ready to ride?

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