Текст, перевод и аккорды “Thug's Anthem”
- featuring Johnny 2 Gunz, Pokaface [Kool G. Rap] Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew [Kool G. Rap] Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners I can roll up all by myself and make a street close Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low Free to go, deeper than six feet low This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live Chorus Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew [Johnny 2 Gunz] Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo I felt the graces from the highs to the very low One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals Congressionals, street medal, award winners Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow? What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why? While your souls floating over me, you owing me You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty Another faded memory, that's awful Bee Cuz I'm still breathing steadily [Pokaface] You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't Information's not to be given, making sure you won't Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes ATF here, but scared to get close, like in WACO Nickel plate pros made men who make those My red eye don't ? but best believe it shakes those Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk I left him in [Chorus] Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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