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Текст песни Techniec f Soultre` - LB 2000

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(Techniec)Yo, I`m a M.C. nigga for realThat`s my labelLay it on the tableAnd get jumped like cablesI swear I`m gonna remain the shitLet everything I`m on remain a hit, and bang the clipDon`t wanna get hit, get out my lane and shitFuck you and who-ever you hanging witLet`s see how insane it getIt`s not like me to like meNiggas jeopardise their safety to hate meRide on safetyPeep the whole thang like safetiesMy nigga, cause shit been way off the hook latelyEvery little high class bitch wanna date meHoes feel I`m real lucky(Can I drive your car?, you can trust me)I`ve got a dollar seventy five bitch, that`s the bus keyYou must be thinking that I must beSome type of hookI read bitches like booksKeep my riches tight, lookSlow down baby, don`t rushThese diamonds is for sure, hoe don`t touchAnd these cowards is more than sick forTalking shit I spit and kill niggas like orsenitMy squad, kill niggas for flossing shitChoose not to tug your chainThey buck your brainIf you ain`t a hard riderYou punk and lameTry to play the top dollarGet turned to change(Chorus) (Techniec w/ Soultre` singing in the background)I`m one hard-ass niggaI pull the glock outI be the one everbody talking aboutSo watch your mouth for `99Everything mine, everything fineYeahI`m one hard-ass niggaI pull the glock outI be the one everybody talking aboutSo watch your mouthI Hoo-Bang, like butane, from here to Ukraine(Techniec)I ain`t know over four niggasMaking over four figuresNever met a gold diggerAll I did was poke bitchesShit, that was the class I was inNow I might fuck around and blast your kin, for no reasonGive a hard look, smash `em inYou see this little .44 find the spot and splash your menTried to hit Vegas wit them liquid chips, and cash `em inNigga got big bready, flossed a littleNow they think I`m big headedThey way they talked about it, like a bitch said itJust wanted to show the homies that I, came upBut they, hated, twisted and tried to fuck my name upDon`t wanna see a nigga have shitI`m like fuck it, bring the 9 at yaFine apples, and plasticsExplosives, double holsters for those totersThe way I spit shit, they are wide when I roll close(Chorus)I`m like what?, when he pointed to the T on my hatMy Hoo-Bangin` medallion, Long Beach shirt after thatAs I went down, I rose up, showed him the gatThen asked him, "Now do you got a problem wit dat?"Sat down, put the mack downSteady looked at this cowardDead in his face, ready to crack downGuess no-one can help him, I backed downGet crowned and downed, young nigga I pack poundsI ain`t trippin` no mo`, I`m getting my doughSame nigga at the show, plotting on getting my hoeLike I give a hoot about the bitchEspecially if I couldn`t give a hoot about the bitchYou a trick-ass nigga, and I doubt you richGang bang boy like you, gang claiming you`re all goin insaneIt`s a new age, new time niggaAnd I really predict this shits all mine nigga(Chorus)

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