Текст (слова) песни: Big Kap Funkmaster Flex f Nas, Nashawn - Millenium Thug

Verse 1: (Nashawn)

Ayo, I`m yappin` these jewels
clappin` these dudes
a straight born Killa
It`s Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
niggas that put holes in squealers
dope dealers, I see police flashin` through my rearview mirror
put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine
I`m flaotin`, left lane open where I could get through
the cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window
I skidded out, now I`m outta control
slammed on the break and shot out the rear do`
I`m hearin` ambulance sirens, I kept firin`
It`s gotta be them `cause I ain`t dyin`
I`m bonin` out
bit the top off a Guiness stoute
pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
look at my mug, you can tell that I`m bugged niggas.

Chorus - Why it feel good to be real and reveal who`s fake? Why ya`ll
niggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel great? Why ya`ll look mad with a
frowned face? Why the hoes love The Gods, Bbravehearts, Nas, and Nash?
Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel plates? With big slugs that
can`t be traced, and why ya`ll look so corny tryin` to imitate these
real niggas that`ll punch you in your face?

Verse 2: (Nas)

I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin` they real
saw niggas wives and knew `em as the cum drinkin` girls
hosaditty, she act like she innocent
she act like her Pussy is place that no nigga been
why she act like she never met me?
she can`t forget me
thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me
`cause my cruise shots like Lefty and Sunny Black
your Hoes wanna lick Honey out my crack
I`ll fart in your bitch mouth, she call me psychic
`cause I knew she would like it
push fleetwood Caddy`s feelin` righteous
I eat good, no red meat I like Fish
ya`ll never in your life seen money
I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties
smuggle bootleg liquor
I shoot `till you dead nigga
I`m about bread, these rhymes is off the head nigga
wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece
I could flow over techno beats and rep the streets
you a one verse assasin
I`m a multiple LP long lastin`
peekin` again
grimy nigga with different color ink in my skin
former low life, now I`m the Bling Bling King
respect it
see me with the shit I say on record
not like these fake thugs, please wake up
If I die I`m`a rise from the grave
with two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make niggas pay!

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