Текст (слова) песни: Prodigy f B.G. (Cash Money Millionaires) - Y.B.E.

[Prodigy]
.. much more than you asked
So many years and tears, the blood and sweat that fell
Now it speak for itself
I be the same nigga.. (get rich nigga)
Uh-huh, get yours nigga, get yours nigga..
We take yours nigga..

Yo, yo I can see it Dunn, yo let`s be it Dunn
and we can manifest all the cash we ever dreamed of
It`s the cream I love, for the team I shove
all fakeness and everything else to far away from us
Ain`t no discussin for the plush life
My niggaz go hard and knock y`all down to survive
In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised
by the wolves and the scavengers, instincts like a animal
But it toughened us, put a whole lot of thug in us
And it paid off, cause can`t none of y`all fuck with us
Don`t get it twist, I know, anyone can get touched
but uhh - my style of Dunn is too quick to bust
and too swift to just, talk in angles to
Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it
I`m the Head Nigga In Charge, the best kept secret
We killers, but chill Dunn (shhh) that`s best kept secret
Let`s not jump off the topic, we talkin bout cash
Fuckin with mines`ll be, much more than your ass
So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell
This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself
I be the same if I had billions
You couldn`t understand my pain if you lived it
Give me the riches, and all of my Dunns`ll be drivin
It`s beautiful to see the click, live comfortable

{*Chorus: Prodigy and B.G.*}
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
[B.G.] Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid
Keep yourself laced, and get your ones
Get your Dunns out the slums
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
[B.G.] Get dollars, get cash, straight up don`t get fucked
Get your bucks, and get big
Stash your first millions and live off the interest
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs
[P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs

[B.G.]
When I hit the block, pistol on my side, bundle of dope in my socks
Dime bags of powder, sack of twenty dollar rocks
I`ma hustler, I was taught be bout green
Therefore, I got to have it by all means
I be thuggin, B.G. was raised that way
Can`t see me bein a hoe, you`ll get played that way
If I`m broke, you got coke, unhands that yay
Be a man, don`t break it off, gotta blast that K
Drama, I love that, I bring that shit
Dick get hard off that shoot-em-up and bang bang shit
I`m Mobb Deep, with this click that I`m with, believe that
Disrespect us if you want, we bang for feedback
Glock got a bad mouth, when it start it don`t stop
Black talons go straight through the heart and close shop
I`ma guerilla, I run with jackers and gangsters
Convicted felons, and believe we armed and dangerous
It gets real, I`m prepared for whatever it come to
Let me catch ya with your drawers down, I`ma down you
Police will find you in a project dumpster
withcha dick cut off, stuffed in your mouth motherfucker
I don`t care, about you or no nigga that you fuck with
Alla y`all can slip and get your head busted
B.Geezy love this, gangsta shit nigga
Whoever I beef with I creep and spank ya quick nigga

{*Chorus*} 2X

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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: Prodigy f B.G. (Cash Money Millionaires) - Y.B.E. [Prodigy] .. much more than you asked So many years and tears, the blood and sweat that fell Now it speak for itself I be the same nigga.. (get rich nigga) Uh-huh, get yours nigga, get yours nigga.. We take yours nigga.. Yo, yo I can see it Dunn, yo let`s be it Dunn and we can manifest all the cash we ever dreamed of It`s the cream I love, for the team I shove all fakeness and everything else to far away from us Ain`t no discussin for the plush life My niggaz go hard and knock y`all down to survive In this jungle, wilderness, we was raised by the wolves and the scavengers, instincts like a animal But it toughened us, put a whole lot of thug in us And it paid off, cause can`t none of y`all fuck with us Don`t get it twist, I know, anyone can get touched but uhh - my style of Dunn is too quick to bust and too swift to just, talk in angles to Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it I`m the Head Nigga In Charge, the best kept secret We killers, but chill Dunn (shhh) that`s best kept secret Let`s not jump off the topic, we talkin bout cash Fuckin with mines`ll be, much more than your ass So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell This dirt underneath my fingernails speak for itself I be the same if I had billions You couldn`t understand my pain if you lived it Give me the riches, and all of my Dunns`ll be drivin It`s beautiful to see the click, live comfortable {Chorus: Prodigy and B.G.} [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [B.G.] Get rich, get money, get paper, get paid Keep yourself laced, and get your ones Get your Dunns out the slums [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [B.G.] Get dollars, get cash, straight up don`t get fucked Get your bucks, and get big Stash your first millions and live off the interest [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [P] To the Young Black Entrepeneurs [B.G.] When I hit the block, pistol on my side, bundle of dope in my socks Dime bags of powder, sack of twenty dollar rocks I`ma hustler, I was taught be bout green Therefore, I got to have it by all means I be thuggin, B.G. was raised that way Can`t see me bein a hoe, you`ll get played that way If I`m broke, you got coke, unhands that yay Be a man, don`t break it off, gotta blast that K Drama, I love that, I bring that shit Dick get hard off that shoot-em-up and bang bang shit I`m Mobb Deep, with this click that I`m with, believe that Disrespect us if you want, we bang for feedback Glock got a bad mouth, when it start it don`t stop Black talons go straight through the heart and close shop I`ma guerilla, I run with jackers and gangsters Convicted felons, and believe we armed and dangerous It gets real, I`m prepared for whatever it come to Let me catch ya with your drawers down, I`ma down you Police will find you in a project dumpster withcha dick cut off, stuffed in your mouth motherfucker I don`t care, about you or no nigga that you fuck with Alla y`all can slip and get your head busted B.Geezy love this, gangsta shit nigga Whoever I beef with I creep and spank ya quick nigga {Chorus} 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Y.B.E.: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/8101.html Все тексты песен: Prodigy f B.G. (Cash Money Millionaires) » Prodigy f B.G. (Cash Money Millionaires) - Y.B.E. Рекомендуем скачать: » Дима Билан - Шейк » Дмитрий Демин - Косогоры, косогоры, косогоры... » Дмитрий Лумельский - Беда » Дима Билан - Невеста » Демо - Последняя песня » Дмитрий Панарет - Броня » ДДТ - Просвистела » Дмитрий Сухарев - Дорога на Джизак » Диана - Скатертью дорога » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - Духи » Дмитрий Воронков - В июльский вечер хороша... » Дельфин - Ольга » Дмитрий Кимельфельд, Валерий Сергеев - Плач о комиссаре (к спектаклю по М.Булгакову Белая гвардия) » Доктор Ватсон - Наш сосед » Джанго - Тринадцать серебряных лун » Дмитрий Кожинов - Осень » Дима Билан - Girlfriend » Дмитрий Воронков - Я умею, так сказать, эквивалентно... » Демидыч - Поезд на Воркуту » Дубовый Гаайъ - Когда ты вернёшься
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