most of them rappers fake See Feezy be speaking on some shit that I can relate When I was in the shoe they see Desus what got me through My nigga from the Brass
NIRO: Jarrive cette fois bien plus feroce qu'avant Mission suicide me suit dans mon elan Au nom du hip hop je viens clasher les adeptes de la pop En
'un homme L'amour brise d'une femme ou la naissance de son mome. La vie est faite ainsi de hauts et de bas Se battre et ne jamais baisser les bras voila
leave you smoke So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards (that's right) I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards (that's right) They pop
got me inpatient start blowing your torch The fizzy move, the fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass
Dans c'bizz j'ecrase, et a merde a qui tomb'ras C'est une arme mon putain d'mic, c'est le prolongement d'mon bras C'est en bas qu'j'me puise avant le
I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras
Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains Four finger rings, black belts with brass
bombs start flashing, and I wish I had a shiny red top, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up, or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
movin' Brass: Yes yes Reeds: To the other wiggin' and groovin' Brass: So come Reeds: You should Brass: And view Reeds: I would Brass: This Ave- Reeds: You could Brass
like blue steel Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal "Cha cha cha, forward back Cha cha cha cha, back forward" [Swinger] Yo I pop up like sicles
them from New York to Arkansas Watchin the projects how I got my logic Economics is pickin pockets then we split the profit The only shit I pop is when
lunatic, paper stacked like bricks I'm so cold I put a hole in the bottomless pit Spit rounds like a shoe shine, like Luke from 2 Live I'ma pop it like
trend sweater I'm a trend setter Girl, you better pop an umbrella 'cause You're making me wet drip drip I gotta get that lick For the center of the tootsie pop
killing every nigga in sight No reason, we in duck season, watch out Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out Jack in box two shots pop out Still
I'm not souped up If I'm not with a stunt then I'm home couped up Making hits from pieces and bits Niggas still talk shit, but I pop 'em like a zit Straight