Tonalité : C major
Verse 1
nigga, dead broke
Makes my religion like cutthroat
Square made, razor blade
Lyrical play, put your part in your fade
Leave a Vin Diesel, a man apart for days
I'm blowin' purple hazel in the dirt
And I'm in the mazes, buck the amazin'
On any track, I come blazin'
While you search for your life
I'm hot as the equator
The strongest of flows
Have felt my death blow
With Sonny BoBo
Never sharin' like Sonny Bono
I bet you Bo know
How I be all in this ho
Politickin' and stickin'
And leavin' my icky in the throat
I'm sick of niggas talkin'
Remember how they man goin' hard
This is my job,
ain't no nigga fuckin' with my ma
It's hard to house the way we stomp squads
I put a stack on it
Who minutes to be buck
slaps his mac on it
You slept on it,
you woke with the chrome on it
Soon as I zone out, the chrome is out
When we enter your spot
nigga the storm is out
The goons, the felons, the hustlers,
my niggas is out
We lookin' for that ad check,
we see what you all about
Soon as I zone out, the chrome is out
When we enter your spot,
nigga, the storm is out
The goons, the felons, the hustlers,
my niggas is out
We lookin' for that action,
we see what you all about
I'm the hard hitter,
16 -bar ripper, cigar licker
Take shots of dark liquor,
then I bar quicker
Spit cigars at most chicks,
hoes, and strippers
A go -getter,
make weight hoes and gold diggers
Your booty might be bigger,
bet I can pull your nigga
But I do confirm that y 'all
rats didn't feel her
You learned a lesson
tryin' to test the wheeler
Track chameleon, rip you and your fam
if I'm feelin' it, uh
Toyota to a Lexus,
there ain't no need to test this
I just won the race,
y 'all still doin' stretches
Don't pop my booty,
cause P is not, no boobie
I rock sweats and they're max,
and these niggas still wanna do me
I cop the jewelry,
cop the car and the rim
Cause I'm hypnotic with these clothes,
nigga, ask your man
Show my ass on these tracks
like these stripper dudes
Jane the Ripper, Buddha, who's who?
I'm on these rap hoops, who's who?
Soon as the zone out, the chrome is out
When we enter your spot,
nigga, the storm is out
The goons, the felons, the hustlers,
my niggas is out
We looking for that action,
we see what you all about
Soon as I zone out, the chrome is out
When we enter your spot,
nigga, the storm is out
The goons, the felons, the hustlers,
my niggas is out
We looking for that action,
we see what you all about
It's a lot of niggas in these streets
that shouldn't be breathing
If they don't die tonight,
I hope it's tomorrow evening
I don't care if you nigga a bitch
And fuck sayin' it was just they time,
they deserve to get hit
You could be a good person,
never really done shit
But this a bulls ring,
and here, bulls punishment
If it's too much,
pack up your bags and leave
And don't try to say it's haters,
you was out of your league
I'm the type to open your eye,
and still let you twinkle
And I stay with an eye,
cause some niggas is wrinkle
I don't care if you tough
or got a gangster tin
I got artillery to put you in
a gangster's limb
Use your head on your shoulder,
not between your legs
Cause you can take the elevator
or go over the ledge
And this here is a warnin',
don't ask me twice
Better lose your pride, bitch,
before you lose your life
Soon as I zone out,
the chrome is out
When we enter your spot,
nigga, the storm is out
The goons, the felons, the hustlers,
my niggas is out
We lookin' for that asset,
we see what you all about
Soon as I zone out,
the chrome is out
When we enter your spot,
nigga, the storm is out
The goons, the felons,
the hustlers,
my niggas is out
I'm looking for that action,
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