S.A.S.
S.A.S. - Reservoir Dogs songtekst
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Mega: I give a fuck if your rep is hard You follow suit like a deck of cards Have ya body laying in a resevoir Want beef with who? You snitchin' I'ma eat your food Cuz you pushin' keys while singin' just like Alicia do This villian is wheelin' and dealin' the raw He only pop his tags cuz he steal it from stores You feelin' me whore, naw I'm not the average, I'm a rider You can tell in my karats a fabric of my fiber Paid In Full, not Cam or 'Khi Phifer Rounds clap, drown, you rat like Pied Piper Style Adidas, who wild as he is Handle AKs like we Al Qaeda We just keep out Berettas cocked Look you can get a shot Settin' what in a block, Mega's not gettin' locked I get it forever and never will my terrorists stop Understand that Anthrax through your leatherbox I rock and groove with opera music Have some mobsters do shit, do not confuse it The Coupes is vicious, abuse these bitches I Fruity Pebble the sweater, now it's Coogilicious Niggaz Mayhem: I glide in the jeep, rims grind in the street Met Killa and Jim Jones, I got signed in a week So fuck them other crews who be rhyming for beef My .9s got Cruel Intentions like Ryan Phillippe Kickin' off white, Blood, did you make up your life Only peace you bring is when you breakin' up fights We takin' the flights, brother I'm supposed to shine You speakin' of 6 digits, mines is close to 9 Cuz I'm so raw, both hard and a record If it's war, like a postcard, I'll address it I'm respected, keep talkin' reckless Or May'll bring the beef to your yard like domestics Now chicks rush the squad They can all see the watch from far, haha I won't front life, certified G is my blood type With the game I'ma shine on the game like flood pipes Ru spits: Mufuckas is sick, don't think Spits the shit Yeah I rap but I got another brick to flip Man my trap money long like a Christmas list Blow 100 bars straight while I hit the piff Yeah it's Ru and the U.N. We land hwere they won't let your crew in Y'all niggaz wanna live what we doin' Come against us you gon' get your rep ruined Spits in the Jag with the temporary tags '06 shit makin' 'em very mad Hit the mall, hop out with heavy bags Remember me, same kid with the Montero Way beyond ghetto, quick to palm metal One way or another, bet the drama gets settled See I'm comfortable with taking it to another level Then I fall back, get high off a few spliffs I just put it in the ear like a toothpick Been nice since Fight Dog and Q-Tip Had every hood like who the fuck is Ru Spits Fish market niggaz tryna get on some new shit You can bullshit with rap if you want Yeah I lay my shit down, I'll be back in a month Got a itty bitty town outside the city miles And you wouldn't believe what I charge for the pound This is street literature, reach and get rid of ya Toast raw, you be ghost dog like Whitaker What, muthafucka