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Текст песни Tommy Hill (RAM Squad) f Freeway - Society Hill

Tommy Hill (RAM Squad) f Freeway - Society Hill слова песни

[Freeway]Society Hill in this mother fuckaYoung Roc-A-Fella, North Philly inSouth Philly in, West Philly inFree fill em in[Chorus - Freeway]Now if you down with street niggas nigga(Thats that shit!)And you run with weight holders homie(Thats that shit!)Now if you down with street niggasAnd you run with weight holdersAnd you tryin to eat come to Society Hill!Now if you down with street bitches bitches(Thats that shit!)And you run with work holders hunnie(Thats that shit!)Now if you down with street bitchesAnd you run with work holdersAnd you tryin to eat come to Society Hill![Verse 1 - Tommy]A`yo I do this for my criminal mindStreet mind rhyme niggasJewels to blindAll cops y`all stop weed, cop killersAll day, gun play, every mother fuckin way bullets sway.45`s, four nines, four at a timeForty ways to spit my muther fuckin rhymesOne of a kind, fuck what you heardI`m swervin off the curbSince Wally was kick them birdsNow after midnight, yeah thats that shitI hustle for my cash and I rap for the fuck of itRide until the gas lowShoot one out the mass yoI`m the mother fuckin young Fidel CastroSo um spread the newsPass the guns and moveI come in twosI`m buyin out bars and boozeAre you scared? I ain`t scared I was born to loseI hit you wit some shit take you outta your shoes[Chorus][Verse 2 - Tommy]Yo this for my Vacant Lot niggasMy Saint LunaticsMy bad country bitches in Memphis who love to suck this dickMe and my niggas in the East coastFuck West coast weed, sour dough greenGang homies call me padreI get my prize the hard way, Richard Allen mob wayYou can say I get my shit the god waySix hundred Dre way, every day all dayTommy butters like eighty eight money moneyBut he kept goin like the Energizer BunnyMad niggas done took hits from meTook beats from me but you can`t take the streets from meI`m from your block and you still don`t love meStill wanna kill me, still wanna slug meMe and Bank gotta still run this companyKeep niggas bleedin like women on they monthly[Chorus][Verse 3 - Freeway]That shit you heard ain`t do me justiceGot a death wishThe shit I pack put wholes through your LexusGot a tek clip, respect itThe turnpike bully, earn strikes move yayThrough your turnpike early, all night all dayNo way would you catch me with my guard down and my feet up Nigga I`m vest down and my heat up, expect it!Me and Hill, wreckless, North Philly donsStill drop bombs after the bombWe still flame at after the plane crashMy name last after I`m goneUsed to pack ish tracks no ad libsMove wax, count stacks when I`m goneTry to touch mine, snatch kids, dawg the fact isI dump quicker than any gun spitteror any nigga thats tryin to bust they gat because my guns quickerIts the Roc niggas, and I rock niggasIts the Roc bitches, and I got bitches[Chorus]

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