Tony Yayo
Tony Yayo - Dead Rappers songtekst
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[Talking: Styles P] Desparado, problemz, d-block Ghost [Styles P:] Hustle to get a dollar bill re-up gang Shottie in the porsche I spray out range Desperado and problemz bang out gang Got the 9 and the shottie I lay out gangs Shits piled up like a jail jean Wanna get popped and wheeled on hopeing you don't feel wrong About the way we style Bein had crack money I'm an 80's Only run around with niggaz that's crzy wild Fuck you girl with the dick and a broomstick Wolf nigga holler at the moon shit Ya never did no goon shit Teflon crack in your back Kidnap the kid taking a nap Then we bringing em back Motherfucker we cut her your girl slack Right before we cut up her back Still the hardest nigga out now work with that [Chorus x2: Styles P] What you want nigga Loyalty, money, respect Get the power bring my niggas flyin in jets Have em chillin in the island get away from the stress But right now real talk all these rappers is dead [Desperado:] The game is fake and niggaz is singing How your hearts behind bars and you think that your winning Let me you bout a real man that took a real bid did it Nowadays pap would say that his own kid did it Trust me dog you not what you pretend to be The time that they giving is breaking you down mentally You not a thug you an actor, far from real So I'm a teach you face like cam and part your grill You got a mind or heart nigga you need both And to take me down dog you need tools Ask anybody they say d don't fold He loco, b.b.o.g gon roll shit We nice with the hands we all hold chrome We dealing with more grams than an old folks home So tell me what you havin to say I blow up half of your face You can tell god what happened to day [Chorus x2] [Problemz:] They say I'm orthadox nigga I box awkward Still I'm respected by the niggaz I fuck with Say a nigga smart cause my mental my office Gotta remain sharp like the tip of a swordfish Life is a game that I can't forfeit Success I'l be here soon I can't force it Still in the drop like water outta leaky faucets Still wide aware so I watch who I walk with Only got 1 shot nigga I am a marksman Flow outta thisw world yes I am a martian Hear dat beat on my chest it sounds like nazis marching Fire your lives with thin guess my heart is an arson Gotta hustle nigga I need gwap 3 niggaz, 3 forks, 1 chinese box 4 wings whole lotta rice with no pork in Welcome to the life of the unfortunate [Chorus x2] [Tony Yayo:] Yea, palm trees on the sunset Call the shooters up they breeze through your projects Uh, your nobody till somebody kill you I turn your corn into candle light vigiles Show your best friend the stash he might pull a pistol Cause that greed and that envy cause major issues I'm only mixing with the real niggaz I'm only mixing with them real killers 45 a.c.p it's all pearly Blood on your seats you get the red foams early I switch cavallis, new mazarati G5 it up with a bad mami [Chorus x2]