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Tekst :

[EightBall]
Yeah
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes
Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes
I love this game, but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ, doin shit the playa way
Daily smokin hay
The time on my Roly, tellin me I m gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real niggaz showed me, and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin like I got some money
Ain t it funny, they diss you when you lookin bunny
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable
Without a pistol, I ll make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up
Chorus
Stompin , and pimpin and mackin and actin
Bad when a nigga rappin
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We don t wanna see nothin but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
May even hurt you, born into violence
Streets a pilot, flyin rhymes over cloudy beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
Comin out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
I m do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Gone off of lucigens, clownin in the big Benz
All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked
So get up, and get your mothafuckin hands up
Chorus
[MJG]
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there s smoke in the air
Get close to me, I ll contact your ass like a flare
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
And I ain t gonna be
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin and shit
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
Why should you switch?
From one hoe, and love em all
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Hell nah
One thing you gotta know about a woman
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy
comin
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Nigga I ain t tryin to high side
But have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
I get hips to watch
I m takin applications
Look at all the traffic you stopped
Chorus X2

Tekst :

[Talking]
I remember (I remember)
Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep)
Me and my mom (me and my mom)
My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep)
If I shall die (if I shall die)
Before I wake (before I wake)
I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord)
My soul to take (my soul to take)

So much drama in a nigga life
I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
Killas with they facemask, tryin to get my safe cash
If I catch em should I blast, nigga?
Hell yeah
Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I ma dead man
My eye for your eye, that s what the pages read
By any means necesary, thats what Malcolm said
So I ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
It s hard but fair
MJG told your bitch ass
Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
Don t ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at
Mafia style, break the code and I ma break your back
Straight up dogg, I put the house on that

Chorus:
What you wanna do?
Go to war man?
Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
Fights, only midnight gun blaze
So I say
Watch your back and don t come around my way

[Talking]
What must be
What shall be
That which is necesity to him that struggles
Is little more than choice to him that is willing

One of them fake niggaz, I m hot like TNT
Blow up, and have you standin in a puddle of pee-pee
See me, you couldn t do if you sight was 20-20
My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny
Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet
Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet
Harder than granite
Player haters can t stand it
White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
Tryin to live a life, I ve been fightin to escape
Earnin my respect, and never takin breaks
Breakin cakes
Everyday I m on a paper chase
Shake and bake
Just so I could double up my ri-up
We buck, but don t nobody wanna find that out
Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin my gat out
Now I m on some hard core, makin me a mill shit
Nothin but the real shit
Soldier in the field shit
Feel this,
Nigga life will never slow it down
You need to do like New Edition baby, cool it now
One of us gon chill, it s gon be me or you cat
Fuck what you heard, I put the house on that
Bitch

Chorus

[Talkin]
You know (you know)
I want you to remember (I want you to remember)
Heaven is above all {heaven is above all)
And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that
no king can corrupt)
And hell (and hell)
Hell is only the truth (hell is only the truth)
Seen too late (seen too late)
Can you dig that? (can you dig that?)

Lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today
Give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way
The devil in the form of my enemy has tested me
Now I must retaliate before they get they best of me
No name callin , hoe, I wouldn t give you the pleasure
So you can run and tell niggaz that I m the one jealous
Oh yeah
I m supposed to fall for that punk shit
All you did was sign a contract, to get your ass kicked
Blasted
Found in a ditch with your wig split
Thinkin that we niggaz on some rappin kiddie kid shit
Dig this
Is my success a threat to you?
Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do?
Be true, nigga spit it or forget it
If I m the one wrong, I ll be the first to admit it
And then we can get down, any way you want it
My nigg Twan told me
Ball, put the house on that mayne

Chorus

[Talking]
Yeah man
To mothafuckers that don t understand this shit man
Know what I m sayin ?
Nigga better feel me this time
I ain t goin
You know what I m talkin about man?
Check this out man
Shit makes me hot man
Bitch ass niggaz man
Talkin that shit man
Know what I m talkin about?
Tryin to let these niggaz know
Bitch
It ain t no playin no more mothafucker
Yeah
Bet them hoes felt that
Don t come around my way

Tekst :

Rollin down Park Avenue bumpin maze
My Caddy with them switches, got them bitches in a daze
Niggaz on the gank, smokin dank, goin nuts
And all I see is dope and dead niggaz bloody guts
Sometimes I go and click and smack my bitch up with the gat
Or blow up niggaz cars, cause I heard they call me fat
No I m not a wimp, cause the pimp is in my nature
I got too many hoes bein away, but ain t my flavor
I ma dope seller, stick em up, killer or whatever
Game from slangin birds, 211 or 187
Smack up my bitches on the street that owe me ends
Learn from the start, in the game ain t no friends
Just a lot of bitches with they hands out

[MJG]
Whatsup with that?

[Eightball]
Smilin in my fuckin face, stabbin me in my fuckin back
All up in my business, whatsup with my grip bitch?
Steppin up, one nigga died with a mouth full of pimp shit

[MJG]
Whatsup with the bitches aye? Whatsup with the bitches aye?

[Eightball]
Fuck me, suck me, jack me, til my diggidy-dick ejaculate

[MJG]
Whatsup with niggaz aye? Whatsup with the niggaz aye?

[Eightball]
Tell em not to fuck with some niggaz like us!

Hook: (4x)
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[MJG]
I m reachin for the pump and the loaded automatic
It s 6/5 bombs from the box in the attic
A phone call from Eightball let me know the scope
T-Money and J.B. had to scope a young hoe
Not a true bitch, but a true bitch nigga
We rollin thick as hell so how the fuck that nigga figure?
His gun nor his gang is gonna be a threat to us
With 1 fire bomb, 1 got him at the dusk
And the nigga down with me said:(Damn G you been having gank?)
And at that very moment, he was askin me to shank it
A nigga ain t suppose to smoke a trick and get sad
And thats the first example of a killer goin bad
I gotta take him out, if he live he ll confess
So Eightball you ready?(Yeah)
Shoot him in the chest *1 Shot*(I got him)
One mo motherfucker dead over bullshit
Guess he didn t really know the niggaz he was runnin with
M.J.G., Eightball and Killa-B
Lil Han and J-Smooth, T-Money and J.B.
Lettin these imitation motherfuckers know
Niggaz like us don t be headin to the flo ..HOE!

Hook: (4x)
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[Eightball]
Suckers can t get none

[MJG]
Suckers can t get none

[Eightball]
G. pass me my clip so I can load my lil uzi gun

[MJG]
Eightball you got me covered main?

[Eightball]
Yeah I got yo back main

[MJG]
Let these bastards know that we don t bar no fuckin blood stains

[Eightball]
What about my pimpin ?

[MJG]
Is it strong?

[Eightball]
HELL YEAH NIGGA!

[MJG]
Got a lot of bitches?

[Eightball]
Got a gang, and it s gettin bigger

[MJG]
Bigger than a mac-jay, smooth like a 5th of yac

[Eightball]
Let em know we deadly G

[MJG]
Is Deadly as a hit-a-crack

[Eightball]
Straight from my gun to yo head

[MJG]
Then we got ya

[Eightball]
Cut a nigga throat, naw that s another chapter

[MJG]
Kickin ass

[Eightball]
Makin stiches

[MJG]
Smokin bud

[Eightball]
Fuckin bitches lip....

[MJG]
..stick on my dick from the suckin and the kissin

[Eightball]
She was kissin on a....

[MJG]
....FAT DICK!

[Eightball]
Could it be a....

[MJG]
..A fat trick

[Eightball]
All up on my niggy-nuts, talkin that love shit

[MJG]
Ain t no use in startin shit

[Eightball]
Ain t no use in tryin to fuck

[MJG]
Bitches can t fuck with some niggaz like us

Hook: (4x)
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She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars

She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May her tender sighs
Love was ours

Ours, the...

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gdzie asfalt trawą zarasta,
wzdłuż torów, gdzie pasą się konie
szła żabka po świeżym betonie
i wcale nie kumała
w jak wielkie się gówno wplątała.
I szła zamyślona dalej
środkiem stygnących alej.
Słońce dawało popalić,
królewicz nadchodził z oddali
i cmoknąć chciał żabkę w łapkę,
lecz nie zdążył bo wpadła w pułapkę.
Tylko główka została na wierzchu,
więc ją cmoknął...

[Verse 1]
Very Superstitious
Writings on the wall
Very Superstitious
Ladder s bout to fall

13 month old baby
Broke the lookin glass
7 years of bad luck
Good things in your past

{Chorus}
When ya believe in things
That ya don t understand
Then you...

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Nie ma takiej opcji w głowie, żeby skończyć i dać spokój
Ten rap jest dla ziomów nie dla przydupasów
Fakty dalej lecą w miasto mimo upływu czasu
I chuj, że na kacu, co chcę przewinę, proste
Bo tu mam swoich ludzi i beton gdzie...

Gitchy Goomy, gitchy gaddy
Sit you laddie down on your daddy s knee
And ain t it a nice place to be

Goggin noggin, papa s rockin
Like a mockin bird in a windy tree
And that ain t no place for me...