Текст (слова) песни: Das Efx - Hard Like A Criminal

Verse One
Well biggedy bust a mover
I biggedy be the trooper cause I`m slammin
I`m ready to check this jam
that this is havin
I`m audi I`m riggedy rollin four deep don`t sweat it
I`m troopin it with my niggaz East New York is where I`m headed
I`m friggedy freshly dipped cold as shit but money I`m rugged
I`m rockin my forty belows in the snow so yo bug it
Yo fellaz let`s giggedy grab the train, fuck the walkin
Aaah, here we go, yo, why these people hawkin?
You you stupid , you look at my crew and now you`re thinkin
(They must be wildin...-= Is that them stinkin?)
Fuck no you wan-ton soup serving
You`re staring, you beady eyed bastard link
Whaddya think dick? I`m comin around the train and bumrush ya
Give me a ten foot pole and I wouldn`t even touch ya
Hey lady, I see you sittin by the conductor
Thinkin that I`m a nigga, you figure I wanna fuck ya
Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think I`m slingin
Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions
But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now I`m audi
I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think I`m rowdy and
Verse Two
The people love it
I`m swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged
They got me upstate troop, so fuck it
In penile, I`m hard as a fuckin brick I wreck shop
Money grip, I`m up in the yard fightin kids till I drop
But, I`m out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples
Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel
Cause I pack, steel, I got the back, wheel
And plus I got the Yung and the Resless watchin my back, still
Because I`m runnin the ave again
I`m back in the game with my neighbor
Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor
And I`m wid it, my cousin`s throwin a jam tonight I figures
That I`m bringin all my guns and I`m bringin all my niggaz
(Don`t go hangin out with no niggaz...-= That`s the life, that I lead)
You figgedy fuck around you lay around I told my cousin
First kill the flex, word is born I`ma bug him
We spiggedy spark the buddha now I got the devil in me
I`m sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney
I`m packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends
Twenty deep and two deep, a B-M-W and a benz, rollin
Verse Three
Brrr, it`s cold as shit, liggedy split I think we`re here G
Fuck I forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me
Yo Stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in
Well there go the block she live on and I think that`s her buildin
Let the games begin I`m packin my steel with nuff dreads
In front of the buldin shit`s thick cause all I could see was nuff
heads
But I know them, we`re spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers
Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz
Ashit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that
I`m ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at?
Let`s see, none of them kids right there heard of Shorty
Whadup Duke, any y`all niggaz heard about this party?
Who the fuck are you G? You couldn`t be talkin to me hops
Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped
Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick
I`m ready to catch a body so you might get had quick
A`ight G, I`ll biggedy back up but kill the yappin
Don`t play me for no sucker motherfucker it won`t happen
Yo fellaz, let`s biggedy break North before I flip
I`m sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit
Punk what? You stupid motherfuck, is you crazy?
I`m liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, you`re Swayze
I`m ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill
So I tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill
Yo what the fuck you doin man? (Blam-blam)
(Ohh shit)
What the fuck, now what?
Where your man at now G, what?
Yo Blitz, yo blitz yo let`s be out
Figgedy fuck it
I caught another body now I`m back up
State doin a year and a half until my court date

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I`m comin around the train and bumrush ya Give me a ten foot pole and I wouldn`t even touch ya Hey lady, I see you sittin by the conductor Thinkin that I`m a nigga, you figure I wanna fuck ya Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think I`m slingin Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now I`m audi I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think I`m rowdy and Verse Two The people love it I`m swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged They got me upstate troop, so fuck it In penile, I`m hard as a fuckin brick I wreck shop Money grip, I`m up in the yard fightin kids till I drop But, I`m out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel Cause I pack, steel, I got the back, wheel And plus I got the Yung and the Resless watchin my back, still Because I`m runnin the ave again I`m back in the game with my neighbor Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor And I`m wid it, my cousin`s throwin a jam tonight I figures That I`m bringin all my guns and I`m bringin all my niggaz (Don`t go hangin out with no niggaz...-= That`s the life, that I lead) You figgedy fuck around you lay around I told my cousin First kill the flex, word is born I`ma bug him We spiggedy spark the buddha now I got the devil in me I`m sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney I`m packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends Twenty deep and two deep, a B-M-W and a benz, rollin Verse Three Brrr, it`s cold as shit, liggedy split I think we`re here G Fuck I forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me Yo Stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in Well there go the block she live on and I think that`s her buildin Let the games begin I`m packin my steel with nuff dreads In front of the buldin shit`s thick cause all I could see was nuff heads But I know them, we`re spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz Ashit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that I`m ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at? Let`s see, none of them kids right there heard of Shorty Whadup Duke, any y`all niggaz heard about this party? Who the fuck are you G? You couldn`t be talkin to me hops Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick I`m ready to catch a body so you might get had quick A`ight G, I`ll biggedy back up but kill the yappin Don`t play me for no sucker motherfucker it won`t happen Yo fellaz, let`s biggedy break North before I flip I`m sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit Punk what? You stupid motherfuck, is you crazy? I`m liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, you`re Swayze I`m ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill So I tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill Yo what the fuck you doin man? (Blam-blam) (Ohh shit) What the fuck, now what? Where your man at now G, what? Yo Blitz, yo blitz yo let`s be out Figgedy fuck it I caught another body now I`m back up State doin a year and a half until my court date Нравится песня? 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