Testi:
The Clash Call Up The

Nigga They Couldn't Call It One Nigga Left And They Talkin About We Ain't Happenin So We Had To Give That Up And Make Em Recognize Platinum Look At Everybody

[Verse 1] Now that I'm here niggaz wanna wrap the ROC up Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers

beach, call me a robbin leech, i wanna blood money, i smoke mc's like the gummys, yall aint gully, my nigga apathy runnin up in your baby mothers, im

(The Clash) The mini cab The driver is black This time of night You better sit in the back Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are lookin' out

niggaz wacked in showers I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder If you want it you can call on Chopper [Whispers] Choppa! Fetti

switchin up, Chevy truck glistened up I'm not them other suckers motherfuckers listen up This nigga riffin what, who the fuck is kissin up You own the

you a winner That's how I got big in the game Lyrical flows that feel hot like flames Fine tuned ? my brain is maintained Lyrical warfare that's my campaign If you wanna clash - call

heard my niggaz (ANTE UP!) give up the fuckin knife! [Hook] - 2x We gonna, BREAK! - (BREAK!) MASH! - (MASH!) BRAWL! - (BRAWL! CLASH! - (CLASH!) Fight up

They call me little chiggy. Cause I chiggy a little New York trips rot never caught me in the middle 4 5 6 still up in the mix still comin' to grips