world know, I shake em up fa sho And I ride with these gambinos, ? ? ? ? ? feino [fieno gambino] Uh, shake em up, wet em up, pick em up Fuckin with these
Traduzione: Big Ed. Omicidio Gambino Family Mac Master P Shake'm Up.
I strike gold like Eureka My rhymes scare niggas they shake like I'm glad to meet ya Niggas is fake like big screen creatures I'm dropping this, so return to you lock-ed
motherfuckers hell if they don't repent Give 'em aneurysms when I start usin' big words So I speak to 'em real simple to 'em like Big Bird This has been
ignite ya subliminal dance fuse And even if you can't dance, you can't lose! It's for everybody, you included We hooked up a beat and a rhyme and eq'ed
M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation We pause for radio station identification WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! [Tech N9NE] When I Woke-Up, I got the
[Big Gipp] We fixin' run this shit We fixin' to put our own shit out [Verse 1: Big Gipp] From A-Town, so I'ma put up my hood You pay for what chu' get
me I'm claimin' 10-9 ST, Inglewood no cut People where's so what Gimme the mic and I'm gone up (damn right) Hands up just thrown up The spot has got blown
't stop I'm back, bitch, with the Classic Rock (???) Now if you wanna be fucked then step up, bitch I'm gonna pack my dick all up in your shit Now I
One life to lose her, the Mega Don's a death abuser Like a butt, niggas better spit at you I'm sick, with what I'm dealin with, Shaolin be rippin shit
these hoes And that willy, don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch Tell em Techniec.... [Verse One: Techniec, CJ Mac] Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin
it out [Big HG] Its Big to the H to the G, when I first met Lil' Ed I met him wit Lil' Matt, king of the big tat, he had a big stat, they both rappin
the fifth mexican southsider So welcome to the south cause some bitches can't come cause they ain't got a big mouf [Big Ray] I'm Big Ray leader of sting
Big Trucks Thick Fine Bitches, With Big Jugs, And Big Blunts 5'4 Mamis With Nice Head And Fake Tits Dat Uh Don't Get Loose Ova Goose, And Prolly Act Up
Somethin' shake, got the hook up on some cheaper weight I bled the block Hid from the feds and cops I got shit shakin' like aftershocks Stack my knots
life To my V.M.E. OG's True homies East L.A. Trece What's up, ese All the real homeboys Cuffed up, stay up And all the hoods I didn't mention It's still
', gettin' to the roots Ain't givin' it up So turn me loose But then again I got a story That's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust I'm
