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Traduzione: Magnum. Back Street Kid.
I'm slipping I'm pistol gripping, when I'm tipping on them fo' 4's Just in case a hater run up, to my low pro's I got magnum in the Magnum, that's a
While you scream fuck you I'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans Taking a coffee break back in the house
tee you could see his ribs through that You cocksucker let your ears do that Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back
Moon man you niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance no glitter glean, handgun with a beam have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter
Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter
bounce back, Benzy on chrome! You and ya friends like Can't leave the Benji's alone, therefore my pen write, unforgettable insight. (uh!) Lyrical invite! (uh!) - Miracle street
walls that talk back to ya like, nigga you shoulda called Word, the kid got a thing for big curves might find him down on Sesame Street with big birds
we tryin to do this man! [Saigon:] Check, my heart is hurtin and my soul's searchin for a better way I was born in Mooseknuckle where the kid was led
for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street fam
Bomb flashes, what can happen, New Jack-in' Your rappin' ain't the Magnum, so when he caught up To half these niggaz even stole the soul of the streets
lie I did not give a man a gun, (? ? ) papaya I was home down south, that's what he get, street connections Sam bit it, I'm not it, the kid was runnin
your toilet stool While you scream ''fuck you'' I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans Taking a coffee break back
twist your knee back I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in Tea back's Garter belts on DJ's, sportin tryin to spin on felts I see that rugged kid
we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big dan dun a nan Don't move 'cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you
my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want me dead but I'm still flossin' I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets I keep my ears to the streets
I had to chase him down I caught the kid by the corner store deli Kicked him in the belly like I was Jeff Kelley I did his jugular vein, something violent Came back
