Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Machine”
- feat. Dona, Miz [Dona] Yo, honest living gets no respect Get money on the streets, niggaz show your love Fast cars, gold chains, son, doing his thing I'm doing my thing, together we bring That hard street shit, niggaz been waiting weeks to get Best of both words, Chinese and Sunnydale Lobster and crystal, the nigga fuck with me Cuz I keep its real, and I'm from the Ville XXL wanna put me on the cover, enemies Undercover, wanna take a nigga under Fuck these niggaz talkin' bout how they discovered Mad at ya girl, cuz I ain't fuck ya Powder blue prada's, Dona, the don dada It get's not hotter, top shotters Blocka, I got this whole game in a smash You couldn't do a song with me, cuz all your shit is trash [Miz] Look at me now, Mega, I'm trynna ice the crown Blow shots at your crew, when ya'll actin' wild The streets be us, and dog, you can't fuck with us Real niggaz been shackled on the back of the bus Been blowin' mad niggaz, for talkin' like they be tough So please don't fuck with us, niggaz will scuff you up Got the goon squad, postin' up in the rear Ready to start something, pop about two in ya ear You hear? Get it clear, never fuck with the man Cuz if you, talk to the man, you'll be layin' in sand You hear? Never scared, it's the block in here 106 and cardin', that's how we startin' this here Rest in peace, Fly Ty, wish my nigga was here Not in the mental, the physical, standin' right there Talk to me ya'll, Legal Hustle that's how we do What, ho.. [Cormega] In the street I'm known, for heat I hold My road dogs, Moe Dog and Bebo's home Niggaz be fightin' over syrup, by my kilo sold Now I'm a motherfuckin' Legal Hustle, C.E.O I brought the pain, it hurt y'all to see me blow Like the hurricane, you thought it was a game Til the hummer came, you numb like, novacaine Scuff like purple haze, nigga, know your place I don't wanna blow your brains Will leave dead or like something in a produce lane There's no use mayne, you know you lame Your re-up is weak, my peeps told you wait You didn't like the Realness, you know you fake My success got you vexed, that know you hate The fact I'm eatin' like my peoples do in soul food plates Uh, Don P, shit, we go through cases And, we got lawyers, that blow through cases I will walk through your projects with no shoe laces And laugh at them niggaz with them broke school faces What, you can't fuck with my team, the Legal Hustle regime We the fucking machine, nigga, fuckin' with me Get love in the street, cuz we was huggin' to eat Now we chillin', pullin' up in them fleece
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