Текст песни Tony Touch f AZ, Half-a-Mil - AZ and Half-a-Mil Freestyle
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* send all corrections directly to typistAZ: Triple Nines on `em....knamnean? AZ...thepioneer...overseein`...Half-a-miliato....gunshots and glocks andcalickos and all that shit....quiet money...this is law...Verse 1: (AZ)I speak prophecy, what was, what shall becomemy philosophy, wise words repel from the tonguefuck a novel or some made up shit to spitthis is life, bein` poor or rich, blood or a cripmade for those lost in the street with no jewels to helpso many thugs have lost love tryin` to school themselfprison walls with the yards filled in for God Childrenbein` scarred from these hardships, kinda hard healin`it`s heavy, this shit is necesarry, teach the youthtravel 9000 Miles just to reach the truthincrease the troops, populationcops chasin`, shots racin`another slug rocked her face infrom BK to East Orangerecieve homagemy V`s armored camouflaged in fatigue garments.Verse 2: (Half-a-Mil)Yo, we through with Bitches and jewels on the wrists`sthrough with SixesQuiet Money formed the new existencefuturisticit`s 2000 now, computer chip shitmy crew is wiser nowniggas is fallin` and we risin` now this is where the ballin` stopsclose all the spotsopen up the lots, put the tops on all the dropsfuck flossin` rocks, put `em all back in the boxput the horses back in the barn, put the yacht on the docktake all the bonds and public accounts off the stocksson, we ready to rock our own Country we ready to coplook at Congressthey can`t believe Hoodlums rised beyond thisfrom Brook-nam to the skies up yonder. Verse 3 (AZ)Whats the prognosis?high explosive, fly culpritstry and focus, for this dough you die hopelessdeathwishin`let off six and kept spittin`tecks kissin`if you real respect the missionrun recklesstook money, done recordsfrom one Lexus to a half-a-town in Texaschose classescrooked D`s roll passed ussmoke massivekeep a toast in both stashes.Verse 4 (Half-a-Mil):Yo, we thugs foreverinternational with plugs forevernow we intergalacticalabove mystical or magicalspiritual and practicalwe individually factuallivin` Willies who`s stacks grewnow we got better things to do besides attack youkidnap you my rhymes bubble faster than a Ki of crack doI was a ghetto bastard readin` Matthewssellin` plastic valvesnow to get to my crib you gotta drive alot of milesthere`s alot of Deer, Rabbits, alot of Cowsyou bust bottles more than even the Ross childgo to trial, never cop outa Million and a half under the table, guarantee that I`m outQuiet Money, thats what eatin`s all about.