I wanted I could get 100 on the tab Sell em all double down do the math Think I won't pull up in something With 200 on the dash [Chorus] Do it like I
Перевод: TI. Большие Вещи Poppin '(Clean).
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end
C Moe and Fat Pat, Screw and Lil E I rep them the same way I rep TDC If it wasn't for them then what would I be With diamonds I'ma stay shining bright
I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things If you know what I mean If your status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for
but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean
8 Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't
we still don't give a damn and I never gave a fuck You see I'm big timin', wrists stay blindin' Before I found freaks and my pinky ring shinin' I stay
or I'm a pic that one the chick so bad so I'm a take action. [Chorus:] Oh your cuute! I know I know I get that pretty much where ever I go I go see
I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things if you know what I mean If your status ain't hood I ain't checkin' for
motherfuckers talk sleeve(?) and drop, If I ain't got a weapon I'm gon pick up a rock, And when I buss your ass, I'm goin to continue to box, Get your
]: Aight, here's where I come in at... I came in this game with, bad intentions, and I ain't budged, not even an inch since then I'm stubborn, evil,
it triller than me Myself and I that's Bun B I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw
thing Do it for my niggas locked down in the bing In the state, in the Fed pen my name rings I don't need your respect, the streets crowned me king I
him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What
't love you like I do Didn't I tell you, boy? Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you, boy? So now, the sun comin
re up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside Cruisin' down 5th Ave., makin' love in your ride You want that baby but I'm out here thinkin' maybe What if
guaranteed, I ain't trippin' Yo, it ain't no comparin' me to nuttin' else Untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar There they are, take a look, yo, I