they're harder to read than the facts. There's nothing that we can do cause they're shoveling us shit colored red, white, and blue. Bombs away! For a more
're harder to read than the facts. There's nothing that we can do cause they're shoveling us shit colored red, white, and blue. Bombs away! For a more
Traduzione: None More Black. Matth.
& (Kendra)] H-A-W-K, (H-A-W-K) [H.A.W.K.:] Hardcore carnivoure, the man you can't ignore Certified platinum artist, 'fore my album hit the store Further more
n----z on the benches So please play your distance I'm givin a sentence that pull more pain than a dentist Most def, I'm professional Twenty G's a
S.I., Staten Island, niggaz, yo, yo [Pike] Ain't no more talkin' money or fame I'm stalkin' this game, and when I'm done I'm stickin' the fork in this
got this game wrapped like a dubee Pinned up in what? Charli rappin' about, I really got And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot [Chorus
making money having fun And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N I
't drop a hit, till they pop a clip Stop the shit, on top of it, just because they brought a chic Even though he playa hate, I'm a gentleman But next
and you tweak speak when I feel cause I'm as real as they come I'm a bitch with a gun neva run ain't for none so step, step up if ya wanna test ya luck
And all I'm hearin is: "Ain't U Freshco?" (Nah black) "Ain't U Freshco?" (Nah black) "Ain't U Freshco?" (Nah black) "Ain't U Freshco?" (Nah black) (I ain't
-O-U-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guess Can you figure it out, huh you see that park sign Huh, you know what time it is on, yeah.... [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac
I'm gonna score Prolly get a lil' dope, cuz that dope make more money 20 dollars for a bag, Half-a-gram for a 100 This nigga just don't know, I'm on top
runnin' to where the party at I keep a fat sack in the backpack So what's happenin'? In every city I'm rappin' in If it's a after splash I'm the last
m a different breed They should've built a cage with a stage and had a Joell in it My attitude is not celibate, fuck you! I'll violate your whole album with a
the verse the more bodies we stick in the dirt Wait around I'm ah pick you a hearse I like the long black ones Drive around while spinning on two wheels
of what they drive But they don't understand, man This is poetry This is a artform This is what we do And.. If you can't do it, it don't matter +what+