Sadat X

Sadat X - Sauce For Birdheads lyrics

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Yeah  yeah
 Let's get it on
 Don't sleep 'cause you might slip  yo(Chorus 8x)

 Shawn Black
 Eyes was gazin' as we came through blazin'
 Honeys gamin'  I caught this money maintaining  uh!
 Now back to the problem that just ocurred
 Yo  you reap what you sew  peep my flow really dope  yo
 The drug traffic  crack packin'  Shawn Blackin'
 Brother in the back  he with the nickel plated Maxin'
 Actin' as if, but son caught the 4/5th
 Spittin' out clips, he's shootin' down with 6/6
 Now went side the rooftop, I had 2 Glocks
 My bitch had the out of town tickets right in the shoebox
 Now we all settin' up shop with Pearl Drops
 Connect our props, my click don't tickety-tock
 Clientele ,word is born, quite strong
 With Black Shawn the bitch slid, with a stash of two bricks
 I had to see you when we reached Connecticut
 Now I jumped on the celly , bad feeling in my belly
 That war broke I left the whole crib smelly
 We all about ballin', yo you slip when you fuckin' fallin'

 Chorus(6x)

 Sadat X-
 Hey yo, 2 bricks lost, that's a lot Black
 Hey yo, I told you 'bout them ho's dick
 Ho's will be the death of you
 They'll lead you in ambush
 And there won't be nothin' left of you
 That's hard-earned, I aint got no money to burn
 Hey yo, where's this chick at? Uh-huh, For real get my money back
 Cause I don't give a fuck where she go or who she know
 Just recover that, don't make me smother this witch
 Aint you with me Shawn Black?, don't you want to be rich?
 Cause I'm too old and it's too cold to pick
 Outside hand-to-hand, I don't want to be the man
 You understand?
 for years, told him not to enough
 Kids are gettin' football #
 Thinkin' mad things, while a sleeping man slumbers

 (Chorus x

 Duo-
 Aint no trace, I guess murder is the case
 Hey yo , honey look good so don't rock her in her face
 I seen ya type of action in the discotecs and
 She had this nigger from behind the speaker, you didn't peep her?
 She smokin' reefer and drinkin' Harveys Bristol Cream
 On the plate with the ice
 I will entice the ho and then price the ho
 And then grab my dough and leave his on the floor
 No traces, cause rap stars can't change their faces, awwwhhhh
 The faces and places have been slid to the rear
 There's blown trees off the bridge
 The convoy of cowboys with ther
 Hey did we do our thing Black?
 Yeah we put her in the smash
 Now the 25th to the 30th precinct
 Can't see us cause we move on basic instinct
 They want to be us but that ass is just too stinky
 What the hell they think would happen
 Duck Down niggas is clappin'
 It's lifeless and always does it trife trick
 Out of my strip, everybody gotta represent
 Forget a motorbike, I wanna lamp in a GS legit
 So I can get that same bitch stressed

 Yeah, yeah, the great Shawn Black and Sadat X.....(More crew shoutouts)
 (chorus x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: BMG Entertainment

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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