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"Purple"
(feat. Beanie Sigel)

"Purple"
(feat. Beanie Sigel)



[DJ Paul]
Ha-ha! Yeah, yeah yeah, it's goin' down, down
This for all my niggaz... That be on that purple...
That pur-pur-pur-purple purple drank yeah... that purple weed
yeah... Hypnotize Minds... if you got it share that shit...
It's goin' down

[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]
Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)

[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
As I, took me a pull, I knew that I wasn't ready
I was used to smokin' pine, not that California ghetty
It was purple wit' them white fuzz hairs wrapped 'round it
I'm known as a fighter but my match, I done found it
From Cali to the Memphis dime streets, that our town in
I let some of my niggaz test it out, and they crowned it
You niggaz try to solve problems by smokin' weed
But you only gettin' high, and ya problems become big
But ain't, nothin' but some Nike, Airs comin' to a sleeper
Ya girl got mad 'cause the Patsta had to leave her
Looka looka hooker so I let her hit my tree but
Purple had her mind blowed, fallin' to her knees-a

[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]

[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]
I got that purple, that purple, that purple, yessir
That juice I'm sippin' is thick and got me itchin' for sure
That weed I'm twistin' is sticky got my vision blurred
You know a ounce of that syrup, speech be slurred
That's my word, I ain't a role model
Shit if it was up to Sigel, world be drinkin' bottles
Of that promethazine, out in Philly they call it lean
Or they call it liq', my niggaz from the Three 6 bought a sack
We sip that slow 'til we throwed that's my word
A pint of that purp have you sittin' on the curb
A mega trip or I'm on that liq' I'm trashin' 'em out
We sip it 'til we passin' out, mo' syrup than the International House

[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]

[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
Seeds, sticks and stems mixed in wit', the sticky-icky
Tear up the blunts, make roll-in', good tricky-tricky
I used to smoke, the weed wit', embalmin' fluid
Had me high, for some days, you don't wanna do it
Eyes so red, I'm lookin' like a zombie
Paranoid, not scared, very hungry
Masterpiece, Barbeque chips, Skittles bag
What, I'm munchin' on right after the last drag
Niggaz'll ride, and get high, wit' they tags out
Police'll spy, pull 'em over wit' they badge out
You know that's dumb, you got guns but the bags out
The windows full of smoke, e'erybody passed out

[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]

[music to fade]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
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"Raised In The Projects"

"Raised In The Projects"


[Hook]
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects - [6x]
I was raised in the

[Verse 1]
Tryin to floss in the projects, mayne get ya jacked off
Run up on ya with the Mausberg, face smacked off
You could be the nigga on the curb, get ya crack off
Fingers on the trigger full of herb, never slack off
Same gorilla tactics over here, pocket swollen
Pretty white guts, rims big as a Samoalan
Jollyrancher colors on the whips we be rollin
North Memphis, Dirty South, you know that I'm holdin
the hood on the weight of, my nigga you stay up
Locked down now the town gettin my pay up
It's Project Pat, the haters say, "Oh no"
Hypnotize stackin money by the boat load

[Hook]
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects - [5x]
I was raised in the

[Verse 2]
We still cock 'em up, rock 'em down, come up love, ride the town
Flexin out, lookin good, still the same in the hood
Full of dope, full of crosses, ain't no love, ain't no losses
Niggaz greed, want it all, Cut the throat, of the bosses
Got them diamonds in the teeth, in the watch, in the Range
Diamond out, neckalace, diamond out, Fendi frame
You stay sweatin the police cars on bricks
Givin fake names mayne dodgin all warrants
In the projects dope bodies'll get hauled off
You got twelve years old out here shootin sawed off
These big booty chickens got suckers turnin necks
Project Pat, Dirty South, welcome to the projects

[Hook]
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects - [5x]
I was raised in the
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Ratchet Bitch Skit"

"Ratchet Bitch Skit"


[Male:]
Damn man, What the fuck you been doin' all day?
[Female:]
Nigga, fuck that, cut these motherfucking lights out, you blowing my motherfucking eye
[Male:]
And where the kids at?
[Female:]
Nigga, they are at my momma's house, I'm going out
[Male:]
Going out?
[Female:]
Yea Nigaa
[Male:]
What the f? You know the motherfucking water ain't working back, I gave you that money, what the fuck you did with that money?
[Female:]
Nigga you [?] where the fuck you been
[Male:]
Oh shit!
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
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"Real Killas Don't Talk"

"Real Killas Don't Talk"


Send me to here, you know what I'm saying?
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Let them burners talk, blow yo ass up
When this beef, I'm pulling down on a nigga
In these streets I'm pulling down on a nigga
If I find you I'm pulling down on you nigga
Pull them burners out if you rounds on you nigga
DJ Scream, here in the streets

I'm a side 40K, 40 cup in this thing
Ass K no man trans K full of cash
Kicking dough's murders hoes, pulling hoes
When you go body level on the floor
Get the dough to serve them all
Grams to the pounds hustle gonna put it down
Shooting up any rounds locate to another town
With the sack with the gun
In the street it ain't no fun
Gun with the feel on with my hand on the gun
Fingers off the plug with the swag of a drug dealer
Pitches up home cook it to the close
Served out on Hotel 6 a hustler know that's the lick
Cocaine hard that's a charge that a steam

Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Let them burners talk, blow yo ass up
When this beef, I'm pulling down on a nigga
In these streets I'm pulling down on a nigga
If I find you I'm pulling down on you nigga
Pull them burners out if you rounds on you nigga

If you ain't with this street shit
Stay your ass in the porch
Cause when it comes to beef shit
Niggas do get torch
I smoke a nigga like a Kush blunt
Blow yo brains back of the head straight to the front
A nigga know just what it is with me
Don't need no niggas with me that burn or go stay with me
So if you wanna let yo nigga send you out
Watch this throwaway mad staying stick out
I pull down on my end of this blur face
I'm the last face he see before he get erased
I say that chopper it always got a beef taste
Nobody shots my dough, I'm aiming at yo face

Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Real killers don't talk, don't talk, don't talk
Let them burners talk, blow yo ass up
When this beef, I'm pulling down on a nigga
In these streets I'm pulling down on a nigga
If I find you I'm pulling down on you nigga
Pull them burners out if you rounds on you nigga
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Real Talk Interlude"

"Real Talk Interlude"


Yeah mane you know we gotta stop with this bullshit
I'ma tell you this bullshit we gotta stop
We gotta stop, real niggas can't be getting to it over bitches
Its a bitch I fuck with right
Oh she eats dick, she licks balls, she swallows cum, she does it all, ya feel me?
And the bitch shes a big booty bitch, pretty ass skin, long ass hurl
Just going, know what I'm saying
Going for the game I come with, know what I'm saying
Mane the thang is, why would a nigga wanna kill another nigga over a bitch
Cuz the bitch, the bitch pussy had, she gon' eat a dick
She gon' ride some dick
I mean, thats what bitches do
Like, you can't get mad with the bitch, cuz the bitch wanna suck my dick
See I'ma tell ya what it be mane
See niggas be upset and mad because they have a problem with the nigga
Like they should have a problem with they bitch
But they don't have a problem with their bitch
They have a problem with the nigga
When nigga fucking a niggas bitch or a bitch
And the nigga is want the other nigga want the bitch
He wanna kill the nigga over a bitch
That's like a nigga wanna murder yo dick
Like nigga wanna shoot yo dick
Like this nigga actually is hating on a niggas dick
You not hating on me but its my dick that's in her mouth
So you hating on my dick
Like what the fuck
That's gay shit
Like what the fuck my nigga like
Know what I'm saying
Cuz think about it and see
Nigga get mad if bitches speak to players and shit
Ya know what I'm saying
If a nigga find you fuck that bitch like damn
It wasn't me, it was my dick
Ya know what I'm saying
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Red Rum"

"Red Rum"


Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum

[Project Pat]
A 44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggas pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys on the weed tip
They found my nigga dead face down in a ditch
I saw the shit on the news just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues, I'ma make 'em pay
I know them bitches they be hangin' at the Shake Junt
I catch 'em slippin comin' out and commence to pump
Been led leave 'em dead on the fuckin scene
Ballin out and the steam'll make the getaway clean
I made a block then I switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock cuz I just did a homicide
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death so I served it
I gave them tricks a little dose of they medicine
I bet them hoes man'll never try that shit again

[Chorus:]

(Red Rum) Most of yall
Wanna see some blood spillin anyway
(Red Rum) Bodies fall
Niggas dyin' young on this everyday
(Red Rum) Nigga race
When it been yo' time for you to clock out
(Red Rum) Had a face
But you should not had your fuckin guard down
[repeat]

[Project Pat]
In the street niggas die
They got fired cuz they tried
Test the game of the man
Who's committing homocides
Suicide
Would be better for you fools
But I'll be damned if I don't
Help you out
Like the ??
I can and I'm willing
To proceed with a killing
Stick a gauge up ya anus
Do a crime make it haneous
Amos anger to my chamber
Let a slug through that toe
Cuz I'm on a body stalk
Puttin suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk
Get ya game
Guns click it's whatever nigga
I ain't brought shit
So you know whatever's clever nigga
Trigga happy nappy headed
?? peels off
Motherfuckers caps when I roll with the shotgun
Project pop one
Of you niggas tryin to steal my shit
Fuck with me and mine
And I swear it's a murder bitch
Yeah I see you niggas mean muggin' on them porches
Unload that thang watch 'em scatter like roaches

[Chorus]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Represent It"
(feat. Noreaga, Tear Da Club Up Thugs)

"Represent It"
(feat. Noreaga, Tear Da Club Up Thugs)



[Project Pat]
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds up in here

[D.J. Paul]
Ya'll know the business

[Project Pat]
Representin to tha fullest
If ya down for what you do, you gotta represent it
If ya in it represent it

[D.J. Paul]
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys aint ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this

[All]
North Memphis bitch, North Memphis bitch
South Memphis bitch, South Memphis bitch
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch
Orangemount bitch, Orangemount bitch

[Project Pat 2x]
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it

[Project Pat]
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orangemount
Black Haven, East Memphis, West Memphis puttin it down
Down to unknown wit a 9 millimeter clip
Some think they bullet proof, some end up Benedicts
Which one of you fools wanna make them thangs clap
Tear da club up, where my thugs, where dem dollars at
Where dem playas, scream like a fiend for dat ghetty green
Gotta get da cream, get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While the gettin's good, gettin mine, represent the hood
Try to hold me back that one time, but I'm to the good
Wanna see me locked in a cell, throw away the key
Haters want me dead, but you tricks gotta bury me
Drinkin hennessey, full of herb, mentally I'm gone
Ready man to ride for my side if they right or wrong

[All]
A.T.L. bitch, A.T.L. bitch
New Orleans bitch, New Orleans bitch
Houston bitch, Houston bitch
Miami bitch, Miami bitch

[Project Pat 2x]
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it

[Noreaga]
Ay yo, I trample those that mess wit hoes
And just wild out and just dirty ya clothes
N.O.R.E., my name don't got two O's
So therefore, we be the ones wit the hoes
Ya bracelet down to ya English toes
What, What!!, we tear da club up at all the shows
Three-6 and Thugged Out, nigga watch for dem bow's
Where dem dollars at kid, yo I read and I closed
Me and Project Pat fuck wit our hands in our clothes
Yo it's all good
Niggas growin up in the hood
And we do the same things cause we smoke on wood
Yo, you my wodie ha huh, I'm your wodie ha huh
Yo fuck wit us we leave a nigga fuckin holy ha
And I'm battin crews down to Baton Rouge
And I got a Hummer sittin on 32s
Got a Hummer sittin on 32s

[All]
Black Haven bitch, Black Haven bitch
Mitchell Heights bitch, Mitchell Heights bitch
East Memphis bitch, East Memphis bitch
Evergreen bitch, Evergreen bitch

[Project Pat 2x]
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it

[D.J. Paul]
What, what, what the fuck
Got niggas blastin wit a tec, got a Lex truck
Better duck, we holla B.A.Z., haters get stuck
In the back, in the face
Wrong time, wrong place
Niggas itchin for killins, and killins gonna take place
Gettin a mask, don't ask
Is it a task, and it'll blast mo'
Fuckin wit Paul, you wasn't bout to make a ?move? ho
Who got front? Who got back?
Who got bombs? Who got gats?
Who gon' rat? Who gon' skat?
Talkin bout where them rats at

[Juicy "J"]
All you G's throw a [blanked] if you know the sign
And if you peoples from your hood nigga throw yo [blanked]
All you ballers ride twenty's, that's the way to shine
To all them hustlers drinkin 4-5 on the grind
We gon' keep shakin dice 'til it aint no time
And get high off them Optimo and white line
All yo boys come from ???, watch me fall out blind
And if you gone and you know it, fool press rewind

[All]
Queen's Bridge bitch, Queen's Bridge bitch
Chi-town bitch, Chi-town bitch
St. Louis bitch, St. Louis bitch
Little Rock bitch, Little Rock bitch
Fort Worth bitch, Fort Worth bitch
Nashville bitch, Nashville bitch
Birmingham bitch, Birmingaham bitch
Jack-town bitch, Jack-town bitch
Loui$ville bitch, Loui$ville bitch
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.200
"Right Back"

"Right Back"


I don't fuck with broke niggas
They don't like that
I tell 'em get up out my face
Yea, it's like that
The old man cause I gon hit em right back
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I get it right back
They don't like that
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I tell 'em get up out my face
Yea, it's like that
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
[?] living like a boss dude
Levels to this shit I'm certified I'm making boss moves
Everybody ain't your friend, these niggas are cross shoe
Take nothing from those ogees [?]
Remember what they taught you
Fuck niggas they floss too?
Every nigga with a bank roll ain't real
I cut my own cheque
And you niggas really don't don't know how that feel
I've been on that racist shit
Been breaking the law bitch [?]
Being [?] can't cost your life
But been real don't cost you shit
And nigga you ain't a boss
If you ain't took no loss
You gotta lose before you win
And crawl before you walk
Always remember that your word is all that you got
Let your niggas get some money
See how quick they ask
I don't fuck with broke niggas
They don't like that
I tell 'em get up out my face
Yea, it's like that
The old man cause I gon hit em right back
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I get it right back
They don't like that
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I tell 'em get up out my face
Yea, it's like that
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I'm wearing some foreign gold on my neckaaa
Bad bitches on my dick
I'm a walking checkaa
Now the girls act like niggas
Niggas act like bitchaass
Ain't you so called freeze niggas
Ain't nuttn but snitchaass
All my richas
Everything is bullshittaaas
Fuck with me and you gon' receive a full clippaaa
Bullet splittaaa
Extendo long as a [?]
A real nigga
Or make the money flippaa
Like a pancakeaa
Off the cakeeaaa
Ballin' in there lay my niggaa
But I'm not a lakeaa
Thank Yaaa
[?] off a me
You niggas love the weed
Bitch the nigga give you some money
Stay up out my business
I don't fuck with broke niggas
They don't like that
I tell 'em get up out my face
Yea, it's like that
The old man cause I gon hit em right back
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I get it right back
They don't like that
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
I tell 'em get up out my face
Yea, it's like that
I spent it all, when I'm ballin', get it right back
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.200
"Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho"
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

"Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho"
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)



[DJ Paul:]
Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)
[Juicy J:]
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'
[Lord Infamous:]
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't forget
[Cruchy Black:]
Killin' ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit
Bodies in a ditch
How many niggaz done talked that shit
About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash
[ScanMan:]
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get rough
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
head
[DJ Paul:]
Killin', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game
[MC Mack:]
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our
[T-Rock:]
Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop
[Gangsta Boo:]
Yeah I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me
[DJ Paul:]
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever
[Project Pat:]
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.200
"Rinky Dink II / We're Gonna Rumble"

"Rinky Dink II / We're Gonna Rumble"


[Chorus]
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you chicken head hoes get yo ass off the floor

[Verse One]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopins
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Go get yo boys nigga
I bring the noise nigga
So bring your toys nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your drama boy
Or marijuana boy
I'll shoot your mama boy
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your nuts huh
You went to jail and I saw you was a weak punk
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I know your story nigga
Your history, off of me you gets no glory nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
So you a dope nigga
But you so thin look like that you do the coke nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Think you is a pistol playa
Come in my face and I'll kill you like a dragon slayer

[Chorus]
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you bad weed sellers get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you sorry ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you West Haven niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you duck ass bitches get yo ass off the floor

[Verse Two]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I'm 'bout this 'caine nigga
I'm stayin true to these words that I slang nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
That Ghetty Green nigga
See I was put on this Earth for hustling nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But when I have to
I put that Glock in my hand and pull a jack move
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Daily routine nigga
Down wit my dawgs and we out for this Cream nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got a young ho
I shoot a nigga in his face and slap a dumb ho
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yo ho stay squakin
She need to shut the fuck up, grown folk talkin
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But she a star nigga
She ate my dick then I kicked her out my car nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I'm smokin leaves nigga
To calm me down, to put my mind man at ease nigga

[Chorus]
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you fuckin cock hoes get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you add water killers get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you punk ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you fake ass hoes get yo ass off the floor

[Verse Three]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I lay the smack down
Done been through hoods where you better watch yo back now
Cause nigga, laws nigga
The code we live by
Don't wait for later, do it now, boy it's do or die
I nigga, be's nigga
I'm for my cheese nigga
I got my infra-beams watchin you, please nigga
Bank nigga, rank nigga
It make ya thank nigga
Stay on the ground so ya ship won't sank nigga
Rocks nigga, crack nigga
I'm stackin wealth nigga
But it aint me cause the dope sell itself nigga
Who nigga, you nigga
You wanna try Pat
What you gon' get is yo motherfuckin skull cracked
Hurt nigga, pain nigga
Is what you feel nigga
The slugs talk through the barrel of the steel nigga
So nigga, roll nigga
That's wit this click bitch
Or get yo trick ass wacked wit da quickness
 
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