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Артист: M-ChildНазвание : My Shit Be DeepДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap g-funk memphis tennessee memphis rap Видео:
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Yo, I`m gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up. Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit. Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn.. [M-Child] [Chorus x2] My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel, My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real. I`m blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test, I`m on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself. [M-Child] What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck `em, burn in hell, `cause dissing me and my niggas ain`t gonna make your tape sell. Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you`ll never be, Soft as a baby`s ass, you talking `bout hurting me. I`ve been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day, Won`t hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay. There`s always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick, I ain`t gon` let that shit sweat me because I`m trying to get rich. Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof, Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof. Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper, Make my family proud, so hater, I`ll catch you later. I got my shit tight, you don`t believe me, come and see, You can learn a lot from a dummy that`s from O.M.P. My poetry be so hard, you can`t take it from me, My poetry be so real, you can`t bring it like me. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] My organization ain`t got no fucking time to fuck off, Like Y2K, if you play, we gon` cut your lights off. Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain `em up and sit still, I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill. Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil. Ain`t no niggas spookin` me, check yourself if you`re real, Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill. Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills. I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right, But there`s always a nigga that`s gon` confront you with a fight. I ain`t fucked up about it, I just never understood, What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good? The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake, I`ll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn`t waste. Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard, Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start. [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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