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Артист: ShyheimНазвание : No CupsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap new york wu fam Видео:
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Lil` Jon, take back your cup, son I`mma smack fire outta one of these niggaz Runnin` around with cups and shit, with they names on it ...got fuckin` strips... man, listen It`s the kid, nigga, Shyheim, nigga, what? Uh-huh, they fucked up and let me out This Bottom Up, Brock Bros., King Just, Shaolin [Shyheim] You don`t get a cup for that sucker shit you doing I can tell you never had real drama from the way you moving You easy access, dress up like I work for FedEx Deliver a bomb in a box to your address Now you know you ain`t ordered shit, you still gonna open it Always lookin` for the come up, see, what ya greedy ass hit? Pine casket and some flowers, and your bitch will be fuckin` One of my Bottom Up niggaz, give and take a couple hours June Lov`, with this criminal mentality of ours To eat, shit, shave, and shower with the culture power You don`t get a cup, cuz I said you don`t get a cup You not a gang banger, throwin` your record company sign up How come nobody on your team, had a gun, when ya man got bodied Y`all just standin` there, feelin` stupid, lookin` down at his body And if dead niggaz could talk, I bet he said, y`all pussy, probably [Chorus: Shyheim] You don`t get a cup, for them hub cap spinners You don`t get a cup, cuz you don`t fuck with the winners You don`t get a cup, cuz you ain`t down with Shaolin You don`t get a cup, cuz y`all niggaz don`t be wildin` You don`t get a cup, cuz you ain`t from the grain And you don`t get a cup, cuz niggaz snatched your chain You don`t get a cup, cuz you runnin` from me And you don`t get a cup, cuz I`m the hottest in the street [Shyheim] How the fuck Nick Cannon get a cup? When Nickelodeon kids, don`t even get drink Your names written in rhinestone, not diamonds This is for my comrades, with their green cups Starin` mud up on the Island, gettin` counted Dogs in the pound, growlin`, hear the moans of the forgotten Mouth all dry, like we suckin` on cotton We thristy, so y`all better pray for mercy The state of mind, hip hop`s in right now, hurts me Disgust me, everybody`s thugs, gangstas, and p-i-m-ps We all irregular people, peace [Chorus] [Shyheim] 2000 box, New York `ocks, a box of tops Be in S.A.Q. so long, they call me sock Who got the drop homey? I got the drop Runnin` up in the spot, with my 40 cal` glock The money, jewels and your cup is what I came for Then I`m lookin` at the front door, like Main Source Slidin` off in the 0-4, gray porsche I crucified the game, put the scale on the porch In memory of my mans, that died for grams Catch shots, dusted out, with the Wally Champs Screamin` `fuck everybody`, lickin` shots like stance [Chorus] [Outro: Shyheim] Listen, man, there`s 2 type of people, man Trend setters and those who follow trends Man, life is not a gimmick, man Life is a privalege, see y`all runnin` around here, frontin` man Like we won`t take your life, B I`m serious, man, and go sit up in a box With some child shit, and blow some holes and do pushups, nigga Make ya chest big, nigga, beat our dick offa something The black tails, or the butt-mans or something Keepin` it gangsta man, Bottom Up, Brock Bros 2-0-0-4, to infinity, nigga, remember that It`s the God, you know? | Похожие исполнители:
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