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Текст песни Street Smartz - F-It-Less

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Verse 1:Yo, yo, you can let the magnum bustOr puff bags of dustIf you mad at usWatch that ass get crushedNow you screamin why did the blood have to rushThere`s a buncha thugs after usSlugs blast at usSon roll this dutch master upThe nigga with the live weaponsYo, who got shorties runninThey comin in 5 secondsGivin back shots, attack spotsFat knotsI rap hop like clack glocksDisrespect this and get disconnectThis spray like disinfectedI paractice safe sex so my dick`s protectedF hold the cap wellPuffin fat l`s bonin a chicks listenin to MaxwellOn a maxell my man call me on the black cellTold me he got bagged for a crack-sell"How you feelin son?""Not that well"Niggas is bustin tecs and shitAnd no matter what sexe you isBehind your back niggas will sex yo` whipMake you wonder where the exit isFuc That cuttin no slackI`m bustin fat nuts on yo` back Chorus x3:Yo, what it look likeYou got crack what it cook likeYou got a track what the hook likeF is off the hook, right?We stole cars while you took bikesAnd on a good night I get your whole hood sniped Verse 2:You`s a halfthugMeetin ya dick in the bathtubI get mad loveDo a crime woke ya backup?Roll in the setPut a hole in ya chestOpen ya fleshKnowin the bestNo one can testI`m blowin ya vestUntill I die I be high of drugsMoney bought me everything but couldn`t buy me loveMy niggas blast and shoot shitFrom here to MassachussetsThe cash be ruthlessThat`s why your ass is toothlessYou ain`t half as ill as the admirillYou a crab for real nigga, grab your shieldRappers wanna kill me and blast meCause my rhymes is Filthy McNastyWhile other niggas is silky and sassyUpset your squad I never wet you GodY`all niggas ain`t worth a $1.50 on the metrocarFuc ThatI bust capsChill on the side like hop catsNever leave home without the rough rapsPaper I got to touch thatYou want bitches I want track Chores x2 Verse 3:Yo, I role this hoe that will set you up to take your checkThem niggas that make you pet, to break your neckHer mind was the dirtiestEver since her pops died on the 30stShe was livin the life of unworthinessHer name was KarinShe drove a black LeBaronAnd by the way, she used to sell packs of tracks with Aaron and TyroneDoin anything to be in the live zoneLike smoke five bones or rob the jewelery store for nine stonesAttack your town pack a cabSmack a clownBack `em down like Jackie BrownYou never had skillI`m mad ill like a overdose of AdvilleKill at will Chorus x2 Noreaga "The invincible, untouchable"OC "Fuc That, abbreviated F.T."Nas "Streets disciple, I rock beats that`s make `em trifle"

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