gun His shout for attention had everyone stunned Hands on our heads, there's a new kind of fear We're over a barrel with the hits of the year Held up
Перевод: Сжатие. Hits Of Год.
we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta catch up like Hossfield Your team don't squeeze
the corner grindin the packet, I'm a Ryder, If there's drama, I'm Palmin the Ratchet And You could find me In traffic, I'm in the streets, 10 Years ago
question Always follow the plan close, don't go in guessin' (duh!) Security codes nobody knows So when the janitor's about to leave squeeze one in his
from the swine hold down your boulevard Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution To the year, to the year
philosophies an' hypothesis Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries Lyrically, perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like sun Stapleton is where I'm from And been down for years stayed
your son right there His body, his brains and his long wife there Ain't 'bout to let no nigga play me fuck that there They find you smelling like a skunk Same time next year
(so my bitch should understand me nigga) We let them ends get bigger It's always somethin' wrong with the picture That's when it hits ya Seventeen years
bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin' a ****proof vest years The aim for the head and chest years What's your name? Make your name known For the next year
Four years ago I was stuck on the grind Slangin' crack 50 sacks straight 20's and dimes Till I came with shit that got a muthafucka known Coolin' on the
high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically, perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
her by the hand, and spit the game plan Then she said (Dammmmmmmmmn) but I'm not Fabolous I'm more extravagent than Cardier glasses The party of the year
me, are the reason, I mean it sincerely I can never lose the love of the streets, that endeared me Throughout my adoloscent years, slingin' packs daily