Текст (слова) песни: Allen Iverson f Harlem World, Mysonne - Pay Per View 12"

[Mase]
Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out

[Allen Iverson]
Yo this is the answer
Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance
If we don`t get the money we want were locked out
That`s why I run with them Harlem World niggaz
And everybody I`m runnin` with is the highest paid in what we do
That`s why this shit is Pay Per View

Verse One: Allen Iverson

The Answer do mad dirt
Won`t hesitate to put in work
Verbal hair trigga
Whatchu up nigga
Lets see your figgas
Is this all you got in your little bank account?
Entrepre nigga bounce
Come back with a much larger amount
And I still stop your bank and what you got in it
As soon as I win it I spend it
In the Benz that`s tinted
True balla
I fuck and you call her
I bust nuts and you spoil her
You know the game militant track race
Fuck pretty
Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place
And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi
A.I, Betha in Miami
G`s in our pockets
Pullin` out on these bitches like tubs and crocket

Verse Two: Huddy Combs

When there is cheddar to get
Huddy be ready to spit
Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin` guns
These niggas talk with ones
Stackin` chips, Harlem World lack no whips
I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains
Four point six with MA$E that`s four more chips
Four more dimes can give us head like four more times
I bound the four
All Out were down to ball
I popped a lot plus I`m on the drop the top
I doin` a six
My and OZ screwin` your bitch
My money in NY as long as this shit
That`s why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick
When I pop the shot I don`t give a fuck who I hit
Huddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit

[MA$E]
These motherfuckers smilin`
You know I`m the only nigga playin`
We ain`t playin` withchu nigga
Yall niggas forgettin` my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skates
You tryin` to cross over
We don`t fear nobody, no names, no man, no land
We go where we want, do what ever we want to do
We don`t get the money we want were locked out
We don`t need ten days contract niggas
Is you forgettin` niggas we don`t walk on
We franchise shit
You know these niggas? (I don`t know these niggas)
All in your face!
BOY!!

Verse Three: Mysonne

Hey yo I gave you a choice
Yall chose the ruff route
Little faggot ass niggas get duffed out
With black eyes, your lips all puffed out
In the alleyways screamin` with your guts out
You just entered a world you know nothing about
We put bricks in bitches while you huff and pout
Steal dreams and politics frill teams
We probably have enough chips to build teams
And if there is no build promise its full of cream
Do-rags and wave spinnin` while I`m in my green
Its like that
You pussy just like cat
I take your man and you wishin` he could fight back
But he can`t cuz ny niggas is like crack
We take a hit and you better come right back
And kill you, I assure you its real boo
We in your hood for hoodies and steel too

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Allen Iverson f Harlem World, Mysonne - Pay Per View 12" [Mase] Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out [Allen Iverson] Yo this is the answer Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance If we don`t get the money we want were locked out That`s why I run with them Harlem World niggaz And everybody I`m runnin` with is the highest paid in what we do That`s why this shit is Pay Per View Verse One: Allen Iverson The Answer do mad dirt Won`t hesitate to put in work Verbal hair trigga Whatchu up nigga Lets see your figgas Is this all you got in your little bank account? Entrepre nigga bounce Come back with a much larger amount And I still stop your bank and what you got in it As soon as I win it I spend it In the Benz that`s tinted True balla I fuck and you call her I bust nuts and you spoil her You know the game militant track race Fuck pretty Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi A.I, Betha in Miami G`s in our pockets Pullin` out on these bitches like tubs and crocket Verse Two: Huddy Combs When there is cheddar to get Huddy be ready to spit Thug from the past Sold drugs by the slab Use to transport coke through cabs Like a fork to the hill Until my nigga Black got killed Talkin` guns These niggas talk with ones Stackin` chips, Harlem World lack no whips I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains Four point six with MA$E that`s four more chips Four more dimes can give us head like four more times I bound the four All Out were down to ball I popped a lot plus I`m on the drop the top I doin` a six My and OZ screwin` your bitch My money in NY as long as this shit That`s why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick When I pop the shot I don`t give a fuck who I hit Huddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit [MA$E] These motherfuckers smilin` You know I`m the only nigga playin` We ain`t playin` withchu nigga Yall niggas forgettin` my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skates You tryin` to cross over We don`t fear nobody, no names, no man, no land We go where we want, do what ever we want to do We don`t get the money we want were locked out We don`t need ten days contract niggas Is you forgettin` niggas we don`t walk on We franchise shit You know these niggas? (I don`t know these niggas) All in your face! BOY!! Verse Three: Mysonne Hey yo I gave you a choice Yall chose the ruff route Little faggot ass niggas get duffed out With black eyes, your lips all puffed out In the alleyways screamin` with your guts out You just entered a world you know nothing about We put bricks in bitches while you huff and pout Steal dreams and politics frill teams We probably have enough chips to build teams And if there is no build promise its full of cream Do-rags and wave spinnin` while I`m in my green Its like that You pussy just like cat I take your man and you wishin` he could fight back But he can`t cuz ny niggas is like crack We take a hit and you better come right back And kill you, I assure you its real boo We in your hood for hoodies and steel too Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Pay Per View 12": http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/9210.html Все тексты песен: Allen Iverson f Harlem World, Mysonne » Allen Iverson f Harlem World, Mysonne - Pay Per View 12" » Allen Iverson f Harlem World, Mysonne - Pay Per View Рекомендуем скачать: » Яна Симон - Отворотная » Янка Дягилева - Рижская » Яна Симон - Белый ангел » Яна Симон - Творец и Муза » Яков Коган - Последняя песня » Яков Коган - А если переворошить свое имущество... » Яна Симон - Рыбак » Яна - Сигаретный дым » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Зимним вечером птицу певчую принесёт на огонь... » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Костолом » Яков Гальперштейн - Папа и поход » Ярослав Юдин - Песня о главном » Янка Дягилева - Прощание » Яна - Голубь » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яна Симон - Офелия » Яна Симон - Забыли-бросили, пропали насовсем...
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