Текст песни Swizz Beatz ft Shyne, Styles (The LOX) - Swizz N 4 Beatz
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[Swizz Beatz]Ruff Ryders, 1-2, 1-2G.E.T.T.O. Stories, Swizz BeatzMakin` it happenListen to what the fuck I got to sayI`m from the hoodI love the hoodI rep the hood, lived in the hoodStarted on the grind, started with a 9Motherfucker, I had to earn mineNigga, a lot of niggas hatin`, a lot of niggas watchin`A lot of niggas plottin`, a lot of hearts stoppin`Uh, believe that, I`m bangin` with the beatsI bang with the streets, I`m bangin` with the heatS - to the double - I - to the double - ZNiggas look at me - want no trouble BI`m just mindin` my businessMakin` money, stackin` chips, just mindin` my businessYou can catch me in the 3-60 or, Odena, blowin` down the PasadenaThe rebel appeal, go `head, appeal, that bitch will squealThat`s when that hoe`s dyin`, cause if I`m in court it`s guaranteed I`m lyin`Fuckers, I had to get my business rightHad to get my money right, had to get my label rightYou can hate all you want, I`m here foreverSwizz Beatz part whatever, I`m here forever, bitch[Shyne]Swizz, PoStep out gangsta niggaLay downWhat you know `bout rollin` out?Big Tec, big vest, hollow tips all up in that kid neckPo live it up, yellow stones lit it upLong John Silver`s tell, it`s the kid, nigga what?Some of y`all rap niggas is girlsHold my dick, gappin` and flappin`Fuckin` cartoonsThese niggas guns don`t go off until they say, "Lights, camera, action!"Yo Swizz, tell them niggas, "Eat a dick"Gun up in your face bitch, that way we don`t missUnload the shit, then reload the shitAnd straight to the airport and unload some bricksNo lie, you niggas see me comin` down the streetsYou`d think I was flyin`, 12 cylindersBrooklyn is mine nigga, move overYeah I`m talkin` to you - fuckin` dick blower(Sung with female)For all of y`all keepin` y`all in healthJust to see you wild and enjoy yourselfCause it`s cool when you fuckin` with a nigga like meCool when you ridin` with a nigga like me(Female Singing)To all my Marla Mable bitches just (shine)To all my niggas keep it gully just (shine)To all the ghettos in America (shine)I`ma keep it gangsta till I die nigga (shine)[Styles - The LOX]Ya really ain`t beefin`Ya wanna talk to God? Then my 9 is the phone line to reach HimI thought about it hard and longAnd came up with the answer to myself that God is wrongCause if y`all that the best you can doTo fuck with Paniro, then after these bars, I`m goneI`m harder than a year in the boxMy head is to pop without a Ox on a murderous blockAnd they never {EDITED} for years, what?Cause if it 44 cells, I feel like its hellBeen 22 niggas goin` off of the tearTime Magazine, P should get the "Boss of the Year"Tinted Magazine, you could get the "Corpse of the Year"Bout to kidnap the rappers, knock out they eyesSo nobody gotta watch when I floss of the yearAnd if you heard P spittin`, then it`s all for the ears, what?Motherfucka