Pack And We Run The Club Boppas Move To The Front Suckas Move To The Back Dj Spin Just Watch It Crack L-Dot-Smith Get It Crackin Ryan Broke Out Yea The Pack
Перевод: Pack. Смотреть Он Crack.
(novice) this is neither the time or the place to get macho so crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow it
Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Platinum status, rampage I’m the baddest Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it I said it, fuck the edit, it’s uncut Nigga what, it’s crunch
like a U-Haul Then I'm gonna hit you, wit that shit that's sure to make your dome crack Watch me knock you down You'll be surprised how quick the
know we got it locked way out of state What Better run for cover for it’s too late What You know we got it locked way out of state What -busta rhymes
how it is I could just kill a man {How I could just kill a man!} You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real {How I could just
in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells IG nigga the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost
the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and dope.. i keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack
Southern course steakas To the chicken dinnas And grind all the binnas And need to get it out Find a tight trap And then I said it out Bet cha bout
pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own
whole fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk Never near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme 'Cause it's my thing, packed
business fool, the microphone of doom Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps Peelin' your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps You try to run, that makes it
Get your money, whip ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs
hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the streets so Watch the phonies, watch ya homies We pop, pop, drop you homey Cot damn, it
