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vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed   we was poor as
 kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew   other
 niggas find the style hard to chew  talkin bout we too wild  and
 that's
 emphatically true  so don't cross us....or you'll be on the
 ground countin losses   for rea;   every nigga I know will peel a
 motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style
 many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and,
 damn,
 there ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever.
 Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments
 for
 my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin
 money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't
 be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters
 - or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us -
 and
 lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's
 into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood
 will
 often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells -
 names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell
 becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used
 to be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see
 down
 the wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking
 blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that
 conspire
 to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a
 cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus
 & Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock
 steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete -
 I'll
 turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we
 bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots
 become
 graves - and strays fly in the air like they was
 Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit
 beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church
 got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons
 in
 rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to
 lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now,
 who be
 talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest
 you turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin
 talkin
 what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a
 butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP
 THE SCRIPT AND GET
 CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS
 BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY
 - ON THE DAILY
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Componist: ?

Publisher: Black Pearl (2)

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Uitgegeven in: 1997

Taal: Engels

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