Текст песни Tef (Teflon) - Comin at Cha
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[Intro]UhYeah!PrimoBig money cowMy man PosM.O.P.First FamilyYa know I`m goStreet shitYo![Verse 1]Open your eyes bitch, the hardest thing to accomplish is convincing the world I didn`t exist(HOLY SHIT!!!) Drama, blazing a 4.5 blama raised to uphold my honorWho don`t respect me?Death be the b-k black Joe PesciWords to 3 ways to dead beatNiggas got beef, to break someI convert the whole concrete jungle in a animal kingdomShit the way I figure itYou only being called a Ruff Rydercause you`ll be all over motherfuckers dickYou motherfucking cowardYou ain`t got siss enough to realize the niggas I Browns withblow holes in your housesGo ahead and put ya foot in ya mouthShit gets down and dirty I starts shitting niggas with hoods in ya houseAnd I`ma be the last man standing on the block poppin of a mad-ass cannonbitch we on the planet[Chorus scratched](We comin` at cha)(Killing `em dead)(Whatever the cause of this)(I bring the pain)(We comin` at cha)(Killing `em dead)(Whatever the cause of this)[Verse 2]I got a good mind to smack youBack you down and clap youFor real my skills the steel is factualI could do drop, duck and rollBut when I hop pop a lot cock buck and blow you got bust intoGod damn youI ain`t got enough money to hire hitmenSo I do my shit manualI`m a hands-on nigga who don`t mind gettin` my hands dirtyIt`s hard work, but my squad is worthyAnd when we get it we gonna keep itIn this game we the best kept secretAnd double niggas is the only niggas teph creep withYou know how thugs doWe block the block tryin avoid the avoid the copPackin mags with muzzleAnd it really ain`t a problemTo let niggas get richer than we rob `emAnd put `em in a obituary columnWe real thugs with dangerous mindsAnd a track record a mile longFuck commiting a-hideous crime[Chorus scratched 2x][Verse 3]See I`m one of them heistmenIn a car poppin mob-deep guns under the carseatdriving without a lisenceFucking with hoodratsNiggas send me out of bounds somewhere uptown and wonder where the rest of my wolves at?Whoever I roam with, whether I`m alone shitJust know I`m Brownsville bound whenever I get home-sickWhether alone or we creeped togetherWe keep peeped tucked under the leverbut to hold the streets forever!See I was hand pickedthe drawn steel would lock everything from the saw-mill to fair windMotherfucker it`s a raw dealNew York is up for grant y`all I bust ya last nut offand ya about to get ya power shut offWhen the clock strikes 12 I`m a pop like 12And the niggas on ya block might tell that they see yalittle nigga running down the streetdumpin the 3 time 3 millimeterHoller and freeing me out[Chorus scratched 2x]