Superville
(专辑: The Lost Flash Drive - 2016)
Fatality, fatality (Whoo Kid) [Lloyd Banks:] I
bet all these classics make the
city flip Drop committees quick Grip on all my Rocky willie shit Knock you silly with Hammer off my block affiliate My fascination grew To snatch your paper crew Bash your faces too Toolie kept Candy at a
movie set Slept on me, I
haunt you now Leather seats, gas and horses round Passing torches, how South Jamaican nigga causing foul Take that cross the
street Pay me cash and the
cost is steep Nigga talk is cheap [Tony Yayo:] There's two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail The
lil homies got a
craving ass appetite Water boiling, stove open on them cold nights And if a
nigga ain't strapped he ain't rolling right Gotta check my rear view for them blue and whites TD Jake keep preaching bout that street life He get me going in the
morning, got my mind right [Lloyd Banks:] I
got a
bulletproof plan, you understand? I've been through hell already I'm supposed to be the
man Drop Lamb' Lil nigga on the
rise I
body drop 'em every day and we don't sympathize Speeding is my drive, one and only still Feel like they owe me, will Get on my O.D kill If you approach me niggas know we got the
realest shit Paper stacks to hurt your feelin's with Nothing changed, ain't hearing it [Kidd Kidd:] Niggas talk behind your back when you're not looking Run up on 'em ask 'em what's shaking and get shooking Ain't nobody gave me the
game I
just took it Then I
started my own gang like Tookie Last thing you seen was the
Ryder Gang hoodie Then toys talk like Woody I'm hood like an uncle ass whooping Never got my chain tooken It's crack cocaine cooking Put one in your head like I'm nookie [Young Buck:] Apply pressure with this needle to they blood vessel Supplying what they put inside they straight shooter Raid outta Texas tryna die, state troopers Your life's on the
line when you're selling they Frank Lucas But my bills on time and my bitches even they shooters Pop a
molly with you and put two in your Medulas These pussy niggas programmed like computers My son got a
toolie and a
flooded Frank Mueller