Текст песни Timbo King f Masta Killa - Armored Truck
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[Intro: Timbo King]Comin` to get this money, moneyKnock, Knock niggaAiyo, aiyo..[Timbo King]I be where the dough atand where the dough at, a ho atI rhyme for real, y`all niggaz know that`cuz slow money`s better than no moneyI keep a hustle, strong-arm block muscleHand me those things, what`s poppin` my nigga?Po-po watchin` againPut the heat and the work in the stash, Fatty got usI wish somebody would try to rob usYa bootleg CDs, two for five dollarsAdvances, leather dansensI`m gettin` my dick sucked by belly-dancersAll hood, yeah, pop got the gambling spot backRoll up a wood, smoke berriesMy team `bout paperAt first you don`t succeed, strive againthat Gin and Grapefruit, rockable blend it`s grown B.I.Brownsville, all the way to Portland, you know usThe ice don`t melt but it felt like you know usYeah, you go under the groundIf you didn`t know me then Pa, ya knowing me nowI been poppin` thoseAnd them ho`s been knocking thoseShows outta state, West bubble fuckWith big hummer trucks, gangsta lifeLive big, that`s my word to B.I.G.I send shots to ya ribsSee if you can spot the red beamI`m parked right infront of the spot inside a red Beam`, nigga[Interlude: Timbo King (Masta Killa)](Yeah, yeah, we`ll pass this off)Yeah we got this pick upAfter we pick this up everything gon` be good(Watch yaself)Yo watch those two cats over thereThey funny facin` right now, they funny facin`(I got that)[Masta Killa]I started out workin` a ho, moved up to a runnerHustled for material wealth, put bullet-proof tires on the HummerStraight to ya gate I deliver, flow like the Kwantung RiverMurdered for a few tails of silverCode:Red, swingin` on ya head, i`s all actual, the murder capitalGroup emcee killers, masters, pros and villainsMic snatchers, dark like a hatchetFlash ya ratchet, whether steel or plasticCheck the regimentPeace to Almighty Infinite from the DesertWhat`s the science Wu-alliance?On the Ave, I heard son got stabbed up at the partyNever, the God too cleverHe seen it comin`, they thought he was slippin``cuz he`s rockin` a drunken`, hand on his gun andeyes red ready to dead whatever movin`It`s the Armoured Truck, people that he moved wit`[Interlude: Masta Killa (Timbo King)]Just make sure my money`s right, how I move(Yo the money`s right)The money there look easy, smooth and deadly[Timbo King]Out the plaze, high with her friendsShe from Brazil, and she likes men with Indian skinHow, the fuck are rap niggaz goin` to trial?It`s that easy like burnin` an Owl or turnin` a dialThe body you do`s, we body you dudesWe robbin` you, dealin` death and you outta ya shoesWho`s on first, now who`s on second?I`m on third, I`m not playin`, them Ninas got `em all prayin`God please save me, them Brooklyn niggaz, they all crazyBoth eyes hazy, now who the fuck want it?We gamblin` grands, me and my mansWe got the block on watch for them D`s in them vansNow that`s my word, that`s my wordTwenty a gram, fuck that, thirty a birdFlip somethin`, respect The JuksThis here`s supposed to happenNow who the fuck wanna start rappin`? Then start rappin`[Outro: Timbo King]Let`s get this moneyDivide it by the groupDivide by life niggazOn the grind, block for blockWhatever, whateverFort Knox, Knock, Knock, niggaTimbo King, my nigga Dev One on the trackDefinite on the InternetDefinitely, yeah, yeahBring it back..