Текст (слова) песни: Tracey Lee, The Madd Rapper, Black Rob, - Evolution 3000 12"/DJ Scratch Presents..

[The Madd Rapper Intro]
Roll another blunt man, Cuz shit I gotta get high
That’s the key to my shit, I get high
Ya mean

[Tracey Lee Intro]
Yo I don`t know what they thought, I don`t know what the fuck they thought
I don`t know who told them this shit was over
It`s never over man
This Tray Lee muthafucka
I represent Philly, I brings the heat, 3000 shit
For my dogs who grow hard in Bogard
That be in the muthafuckin` streets

[The Madd Rapper]
If you wasn`t on my dick from day one, then screw ya`ll
My rhymes are lyrically designed to blow through ya`ll
Chest piece, Through your Lex piece, I knew ya`ll
Fold when the full court pressure step to ya`ll, do ya`ll
Do what I gotta do to get a dollar, I ride on the train snatch
A chain off your collar, Ask wife, for 600 I can borrow
Cause * Someone`s Name * gonna throw me out tommorow
Yep I`m still broke, I still choke
And even though I ain`t puttin` in no doe, I still smoke
Still tote, Spittin` out these bars I wrote
I`m not tryin` to get ? ? ?, Wit gats in the bizack
Bags of the Crizack, Dimes and Nicks
On the streets bitin` leather, Keep `em high till six
Got pies to flip, and wise guys to clip
And in a minute or ??sixenit??, you might see me flip

[Tracey Lee]
A-yo, The Tray Lee, Is you thirsty
Let`s guzzle these mc`s, Put the muzzle on dem niggaz mouths
And breeze, They all talk to much shit
Walk the walk like dicks, Fuck strictly Bum chicks
That`s why I no them niggaz crabbed out
Inchin` En on all these niggaz assed out
And when we get `em, We let the rhythym hit `em
Black oozy slipt `em, Kinda fucked up how we did `em
Big dog bit `em, If would have been on P he would have seen it comin`
Instead he had his eyes on me, and I`m gunnin`
For all niggaz who bite the bullet, If you bite the first one you might
Bite the worst one, It`ll hurt some
Straightened Aim, this nigga straight frontin`
BK brawlin` in the street nigga who want it
What, We storm through blocks wit kicks, Violate `em
We stomp niggaz and then we stomp jakes (cops)

[Black Rob]
What the fuck is the haps, Here we go again, Bussin` caps
Get down, for sweet thugs, and my niggaz who push crack
Who be in the back, Loadin` they macks, Hit the surface
It`s on now, when I attack it`s with a purpose
My soldiers, Trained by dreams, the street seems
My niggaz that know, how to be handlin` these fiends
Come in between, me and this green, I doubt that
Sixteen through your jeans, now fagat how about that
Ya`ll ain`t ready for war, Ya`ll just playin` a part
I rip apart with guns that be state if the art
Play it smart, and you`ll get a bitch, like 99
I never hide, If you cowards can`t find me fine
I been rolin` with these punishers since niggaz been schemin`
On free lunches, Now I push up and do crunches
Won`t stop squeezin` this trigger, Till ya`ll arrest
Damn right, you fuckin` wit black, It`s more or less

[Tracey Lee]
I crack jaws, lyricly slap ya`ll, in figure fours
The over Lord, I`m nice, Name your price
Wit mics, Break niggaz like dice, Tray da Great One
One of these half-ass niggaz, son this ain`t one
But, How they gon act, My style they study it
MC`s be like Shaq and `em, Still not ready yet
Many have tried, But fuckin` wit Tray
It all can cause niggaz decay
Spit it for them street niggaz, Dice rollin` dogs
Who mix liquor
Niggaz who feel no pain, This rap shit
Tray got covered like rogaine, Can`t wait to get one of ya`ll on stage
That`s my domain
Went from no name, to Cats knowing my whole name
Controllin` the whole game
The whole aim, Spittin` shit ill, It`s like cocaine
R and F, Better run for cover, Cuz you dealin` with a real
Killadelph Muthafucka like that

[Buckshot]
? ? ? ? ? MC`s, No the time like Seiko
Spittin` dialect, dirtier, than a freak ho
I Buck, role wit my nigga Lito
And we snatch goods like the repo
Clips in my skully, 44s in the Peko
Pull it out, make you deep throat, Then we let the heat go
So what, never in your life try to play me
Play my seven six niggaz, Or play Tray Lee

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[The Madd Rapper Intro] Roll another blunt man, Cuz shit I gotta get high That’s the key to my shit, I get high Ya mean [Tracey Lee Intro] Yo I don`t know what they thought, I don`t know what the fuck they thought I don`t know who told them this shit was over It`s never over man This Tray Lee muthafucka I represent Philly, I brings the heat, 3000 shit For my dogs who grow hard in Bogard That be in the muthafuckin` streets [The Madd Rapper] If you wasn`t on my dick from day one, then screw ya`ll My rhymes are lyrically designed to blow through ya`ll Chest piece, Through your Lex piece, I knew ya`ll Fold when the full court pressure step to ya`ll, do ya`ll Do what I gotta do to get a dollar, I ride on the train snatch A chain off your collar, Ask wife, for 600 I can borrow Cause * Someone`s Name * gonna throw me out tommorow Yep I`m still broke, I still choke And even though I ain`t puttin` in no doe, I still smoke Still tote, Spittin` out these bars I wrote I`m not tryin` to get ? ? ?, Wit gats in the bizack Bags of the Crizack, Dimes and Nicks On the streets bitin` leather, Keep `em high till six Got pies to flip, and wise guys to clip And in a minute or ??sixenit??, you might see me flip [Tracey Lee] A-yo, The Tray Lee, Is you thirsty Let`s guzzle these mc`s, Put the muzzle on dem niggaz mouths And breeze, They all talk to much shit Walk the walk like dicks, Fuck strictly Bum chicks That`s why I no them niggaz crabbed out Inchin` En on all these niggaz assed out And when we get `em, We let the rhythym hit `em Black oozy slipt `em, Kinda fucked up how we did `em Big dog bit `em, If would have been on P he would have seen it comin` Instead he had his eyes on me, and I`m gunnin` For all niggaz who bite the bullet, If you bite the first one you might Bite the worst one, It`ll hurt some Straightened Aim, this nigga straight frontin` BK brawlin` in the street nigga who want it What, We storm through blocks wit kicks, Violate `em We stomp niggaz and then we stomp jakes (cops) [Black Rob] What the fuck is the haps, Here we go again, Bussin` caps Get down, for sweet thugs, and my niggaz who push crack Who be in the back, Loadin` they macks, Hit the surface It`s on now, when I attack it`s with a purpose My soldiers, Trained by dreams, the street seems My niggaz that know, how to be handlin` these fiends Come in between, me and this green, I doubt that Sixteen through your jeans, now fagat how about that Ya`ll ain`t ready for war, Ya`ll just playin` a part I rip apart with guns that be state if the art Play it smart, and you`ll get a bitch, like 99 I never hide, If you cowards can`t find me fine I been rolin` with these punishers since niggaz been schemin` On free lunches, Now I push up and do crunches Won`t stop squeezin` this trigger, Till ya`ll arrest Damn right, you fuckin` wit black, It`s more or less [Tracey Lee] I crack jaws, lyricly slap ya`ll, in figure fours The over Lord, I`m nice, Name your price Wit mics, Break niggaz like dice, Tray da Great One One of these half-ass niggaz, son this ain`t one But, How they gon act, My style they study it MC`s be like Shaq and `em, Still not ready yet Many have tried, But fuckin` wit Tray It all can cause niggaz decay Spit it for them street niggaz, Dice rollin` dogs Who mix liquor Niggaz who feel no pain, This rap shit Tray got covered like rogaine, Can`t wait to get one of ya`ll on stage That`s my domain Went from no name, to Cats knowing my whole name Controllin` the whole game The whole aim, Spittin` shit ill, It`s like cocaine R and F, Better run for cover, Cuz you dealin` with a real Killadelph Muthafucka like that [Buckshot] ? ? ? ? ? MC`s, No the time like Seiko Spittin` dialect, dirtier, than a freak ho I Buck, role wit my nigga Lito And we snatch goods like the repo Clips in my skully, 44s in the Peko Pull it out, make you deep throat, Then we let the heat go So what, never in your life try to play me Play my seven six niggaz, Or play Tray Lee Нравится песня? 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