Текст песни Young Bleed f Master P, Mystikal - My Balls and My Word
Young Bleed f Master P, Mystikal - My Balls and My Word слова песни
[Master P]This for my nigga Young Bleed, ya heard me?Young Bleed, hah hah, unghFrom the South to the West bring the noise(Bitch I see you there, whas happenin? Oh what you don`t remember me? I`ma come out motherfucker, know how I do)Ain`t No Limit, ungggghUngggggh, bring the noise, niggaUngggggh, pass me them toys, nigga(repeat 2X)[Mystikal]You need a fuckin whole army if you think you gonna take meI come up in this bitch and start goin CRAZYNo more Mr. Nice Guy, excuses be given but that`s how you MADE meBitch this real life, it ain`ts to be played withOne false move, niggaz I tear purchasin the pavementHad to get my shit together straight never flyin right from a sandpitHad to get my foundation mo` stable, and tighten up on my PAPERUncle Sam get out the way I don`t care so hand the numberto my pager watchin for weasels, but still take good care of my PEOPLEKeep handlin my business I`m in it to win it -- YEAH!Fuck the party I`m workin hard from seargeant to lieutenantLet`s get it started to fin` it, my beginning is your endingIf I want it I GET IT, AND IF I SAID IT I MEANT ITHOW IN THE FUCK you gonna PLAY ME, smile in my face like you LIKE meBitch you might as well HATE ME, you don`t value my LIFEDetermination, balls of fate, is how I got up in hereSo don`t get SHOT up in here get out the way bitch we GOT IT from here!Chorus: Master PSo, bring the noise, niggaz unnnnghSo, pass me them toys, nigga unngggggh(repeat 2X)Niggaz duck when I came I mean I buck and they ranHow many fools screamin Soldier but they couldn`t maintainI had my Soldier ranks high and across my fo`headIs there a heaven 4 a gangsta, that what my pah saidI learned to, double it up for some dollarsHooked up wit a dopefiend term I sawed shit into hard powderI`m on the block slangin amphetaminesI`m thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beamAin`t no, turnin back I`m way too deepI got prices on my head by niggaz in the hood and the policeA young nigga tryin to make itTwenty inch rims, candy wood, that`s why they hate me, SoldiersChorus[Young Bleed]Nigga if you ain`t ready now you won`t ever be readyThey tryin to catch me for steady stackin confedi it`s heavyBut let me explain the game to break the chains of pain and, miseryPlayin my fame throughout this game and, remain a, mysteryIs you peepin my skill? Is you seein is it real?Is you hurtin from hatin makin me reach for my steel?Knowin I`m runnin with ballers and steady clickin with killersGraveyard peelers masterminded drug dealers, and bitches loveniggaz payin dues without nothin to loseActin a fool the savage style from New Orleans to Baton RougeI`m the cool out, makin it pop, it don`t stoptil I stack a million chips that`s off the top, is you feelin me?I`m willin, it ain`t no killin, I betyour life`ll never be the same from blood spillinHeavens to Merkatroid gotta be fouler like the Big BoyShakin up some shit I thought you knew I bring the noise, bitchChorus[Master P]Ha ha, No Limit niggaBringin the motherfuckin noiseYoung Bleed, pass the toysMystikal, and I got it Master PLet`s ride out nigga, handle our businessBurst the game on these stupid bitches and get paid*gunshot*