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[JT] <br />We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy <br /> <br />You understand it, I´m official with mine; I´m double-clutchin <br />on the fo´-wheel, pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals <br />Fo´ cut 50 like a verse and a half <br />I cut the brick and now we countin the math, we ´bout that birdplay <br />My crew´s committed, you dudes gon´ get it <br />Have a seat you through when I´m finished, my troopers is fitted <br />Got ´em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the Bridge <br />We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again <br />We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin a bitch <br />I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin at cops <br />It ain´t no game with the underground, came from the underground <br />Pushin a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin <br />JT, another boss from the Bay <br />And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, what´chu say nigga? <br />JT, another boss from the Bay <br />And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker <br /> <br />[Nina B] <br />Hey yo it seem to me like e´rybody got they own truth <br />Believe me I´m in them sheets like phonebooths <br />I play the game I was born to score <br />But I´m a lil´ too cute for them corner stores <br />A little too, known, to stand on the block <br />And a lil´ too eager to sit in the spot <br />Mami, I´m from the Eastside, yup yes that side <br />Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide <br />Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside <br />Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride <br />And I can make it happen, if I don´t make it rappin <br />This lump of Satan I´m packin thrash ´em with a major passion <br />I slash ya face and fracture you flashin in the latest fashion <br />And have you dashin from Manhattan all the way to Aspen <br />Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin <br />Step ya game up <br /> <br />[instrumental break] <br /> <br />[unknown Get Low male] <br />Listen, before I get up in the mornin I ask the Lord for strength <br />Tryin to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces get <br />It´s like the devil got a hold of my neck <br />And I´m gettin this change runnin ´round reppin my set <br />Momma used to look at me funny; she could tell her baby boy changed <br />Must be out there gettin some money <br />But it´s a price for everything, you know how the game go <br />For them birds niggaz´ll cock back the calico <br />Now you introduced to the beef, what´chu gon´ do now? <br />Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out? <br />A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake <br />A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake <br /> <br />[another Get Low male] <br />Fuck what´chu heard, I startled your brain <br />I hit the spot like a {?} in ballers and jeans <br />On some eighty-eight shit, more "Raw" than Kane <br />It´s not my fault she looked at me - you better talk to your dame <br />That´s just, part of the game and you got served <br />Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words <br />And, why y´all Chucks always actin like tough guys <br />You must be trippin or you slippin on mudslides <br />And in the hood you see it´s different from one time <br />What´s your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine <br />And I don´t even know why I´m wastin my breath <br />I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin my death <br />I keep that good shit it´s tastin so fresh <br />And all y´all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y´all makin a mess <br />We on the way to yo´ nap, so put your tapes in the deck <br />And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin a sweat
Letra nueva de la canción
[JT] <br />We on our third song, we on our third song, heyyeyy <br /> <br />You understand it, I´m official with mine; I´m double-clutchin <br />on the fo´-wheel, pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals <br />Fo´ cut 50 like a verse and a half <br />I cut the brick and now we countin the math, we ´bout that birdplay <br />My crew´s committed, you dudes gon´ get it <br />Have a seat you through when I´m finished, my troopers is fitted <br />Got ´em posted out in Brooklyn, Hollis Queens to the Bridge <br />We in the studio the Figgaro done did it again <br />We got factors out in the ditch where they smackin a bitch <br />I got homies out in the Bronx where they bustin at cops <br />It ain´t no game with the underground, came from the underground <br />Pushin a hundred thousand, we out the trunk, never browsin <br />JT, another boss from the Bay <br />And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, what´chu say nigga? <br />JT, another boss from the Bay <br />And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker <br /> <br />[Nina B] <br />Hey yo it seem to me like e´rybody got they own truth <br />Believe me I´m in them sheets like phonebooths <br />I play the game I was born to score <br />But I´m a lil´ too cute for them corner stores <br />A little too, known, to stand on the block <br />And a lil´ too eager to sit in the spot <br />Mami, I´m from the Eastside, yup yes that side <br />Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide <br />Gimme a bad vibe end up on ya backside <br />Or you can get your back and side splatted in back of ya ride <br />And I can make it happen, if I don´t make it rappin <br />This lump of Satan I´m packin thrash ´em with a major passion <br />I slash ya face and fracture you flashin in the latest fashion <br />And have you dashin from Manhattan all the way to Aspen <br />Your shit is whack, heard your tape and had to take an aspirin <br />Step ya game up <br /> <br />[instrumental break] <br /> <br />[unknown Get Low male] <br />Listen, before I get up in the mornin I ask the Lord for strength <br />Tryin to get my niggaz out the hood, you know how the forces get <br />It´s like the devil got a hold of my neck <br />And I´m gettin this change runnin ´round reppin my set <br />Momma used to look at me funny; she could tell her baby boy changed <br />Must be out there gettin some money <br />But it´s a price for everything, you know how the game go <br />For them birds niggaz´ll cock back the calico <br />Now you introduced to the beef, what´chu gon´ do now? <br />Bitch up, skid in your crib, or pull them tools out? <br />A lot of niggaz is real, a lot of niggaz is fake <br />A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake hands with Jake <br /> <br />[another Get Low male] <br />Fuck what´chu heard, I startled your brain <br />I hit the spot like a {?} in ballers and jeans <br />On some eighty-eight shit, more "Raw" than Kane <br />It´s not my fault she looked at me - you better talk to your dame <br />That´s just, part of the game and you got served <br />Who got nerve cause Lethal hard like Tupac words <br />And, why y´all Chucks always actin like tough guys <br />You must be trippin or you slippin on mudslides <br />And in the hood you see it´s different from one time <br />What´s your bloodline, play the strip to the sunshine <br />And I don´t even know why I´m wastin my breath <br />I oughta be like Makaveli and be fakin my death <br />I keep that good shit it´s tastin so fresh <br />And all y´all sloppy Joe niggaz yo y´all makin a mess <br />We on the way to yo´ nap, so put your tapes in the deck <br />And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin a sweat
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