Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Mob FigazНазвание : If U BuyingДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap underground rap underground hip-hop bay area yay area rap Видео:
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Man what they thought That I`d give up and get caught After I grabbed the nine And headed straight for the fault When it ain`t never been a battle That I fought and lost Without my opponent being traced out in chalk But I still ain`t satisfied So peep the rapid fire This`ll be the day I die Fuck rappin` I`ll retire Negotiators say they`ll provide The paper I desire But he`s a liar Cuz I`m tired of being lied to So we die too, I ride through Bustin` wit the hostages Shielding me, yielding me, From the cops and shit Spectators syndicate of how to stop this kid But it`s too late I fear no fate, plus shoot straight And it`s funny That all I ever wanted was some money And someone to suck me like they had no teeth Now all of a sudden these muthafuckas wanna know me Calm me down, sayin "Ridah let the hostages free" But I`m on some fuck the world shit and I don`t know I guess I`m stressed off the bullshit But they don`t know me like they think they do To the whole world nigga Chorus: [Ridah] You don`t know me like you think you do If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you But still you don`t know me like you think you do I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you You don`t know me, you don`t know me like you think you do If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you But still you don`t know me like you think you do I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you You don`t know [Hustlah] I was in the back seat Tacked out sipping yak Keep burnin` my chest Dropping ashes from my skull Cherry burnin` my flesh and I can`t feel it Cuz something`s wrong Touchin` my gat was also peelin` it And I`m feelin` strong Look up and all I seen was two niggas` dome And my cousin Clyde sayin` "Lil` Cutty hold on" But the feelin` was strong like I said One in the chamber on my thang Wear a beam on they head Tryin` to stop But my fingers kept holdin` on Hella [?] I wish [?] the car [?] wrapped around a pole And I`m out cold Smith and Wesson in my hand And a couple of songs in my pocket As I bail from the [?] [?] gone What the fuck one minute was on way home Next one I`m hittin` gauges with blood stains on my clothes Now I ain`t worried about my PCP though [?][?] for a second Or Two niggas get smoked Was it somethin` I drank or Was it somethin` I smoked All these niggas think they know me When they really don`t know Damn it`s killing me slow Think I`m a rapper but he`s dealin` his coke It`s the only way I still lounge and chill with my folks [AP 9] You better back up Give me some room, stack up Before I jack ya, on a platoon We be them niggas and I blast ya silly muthafucka You not knowing me who asked ya I wouldn`t put it past ya I`m movin` faster In the fast lane the fast life causing disasters These niggas actin` like the dons we the last ones Wit a gat in my palm I`m pullin` fast ones These suckers actin` like they really want some Come get some I`m getting dumb Dumpin` hollow`s with your death day So catch your breath man Somebody better hold me That`s what they told me The ghetto is tryin` to kill me Cuz I`m constantly gettin` silly Just a thug nigga I roll with ridahs and hustlahs We dumping slugs nigga And we don`t fuck with no bustas But I love niggas Who get they thug on and the drugs on Police jockin` me Told my little cousin that they watchin` me Stoppin` me, poppin` me They wanna see AP not breath like Pac see I live the young, the good life The mob life foo But you don`t know me like you think you do [Chorus] [Fed X] It all happened in a Lincoln limo I`m talkin` business With a [?] cap by the name of Leo Was supposed to be his so called nephew A Coleone that was sellin` it For two times cheaper than what his uncle do I should of knew I couldn`t trust him The snake in the grass Crossed his van Throw that kilo in the shape top grab Set me up The Feds needed a bust A paid cat from the Bureau That his own team couldn`t trust They call me Groupie Don Had to get him for nine A ball head nut from Frisco Who sold his pistols by the crate And [?] with missiles and hand grenades They don`t know It`s all a fad [The Jacka] And I could tell them on my way Just a few more moves I gotta make And a few more chances I gotta take Being in the Mob Every job is a promise I can`t break The fast lane Yeah so much cash came The Feds know my name But they don`t know my face My young nigga got caught When a cape caught a case Any time you will waste G`z on a lawyer Only to get 34 years Chest to the floor Push-ups till your chest gets soft Muthafuckas ain`t shit Only let a nigga know When I predict As time changes playas become haters Even if you knew me for hella long You will still be a stranger You don`t know me nigga | Похожие исполнители:
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