Belly soundtrack — текст песни (Half-a-Mil)

Chorus: x2
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin` and some livin` this shit(4 real)

Verse 1:
Ayo we play for keeps, start from day one
Hot we blaze the heat, 360 ways to eat, razorblades you need
I`m gettin something, if not then im hittin` something
Definately, especially if my rims is touchin`
Out for mine, for your shines I blow you out your mind
You can throw 1000 signs, im only concerned about the dollar signs
Stackin` my cheese, stashin my crack in back of my feet
State to state, nationally, actually, factually
I fracture every member of your faculty, send your cavalry
I got And 1`s that match with me
City capture me, I have them niggas scared to act with me
Throw your man off the Tapp-an-zee
Other members of your clan runnin` where the traffic be
Hollerin` and he bustin` big guns and coming after me
I`m willin`, real live shit, aint no acting B
It`s not a game, WE AINT PLAYIN
Dunn we praying
Wont stop till everyone laying, on the pavement
Every nigga you came with, is gettin painted
We specialize in wet-in guys, technical lies, Smith-n-Wessunalise
I seen the best of them die
Especially Test and I, put the tek to ya eye
So you can see death, take a deep breath and say goodbye
Why?

Chorus:(x2)
Some niggas Blood and some niggas Crip(uh huh)
Some niggas thugs and some niggas is bitch(what?)
Some niggas aint got nothing some niggas rich(you heard?)
Some niggas die frontin` and some livin` this shit(4 real)

Verse 2:
Streets is too real, thugs nowadays is too ill
Fuck a hundred thou i need a few mil
Even if it means you kill
You resting in peace i rest in blue steel
Im even wet-in police and navy-blue seals
How crazy you feel?
Militant Click, ten in the whip
I know bohemians wit plenty of chips
Pull this off and we`ll be rich
Filthy as top, bill the milkiest
In the hamptons, i know the mansions where they live
They on some rims shit, hindu niggas, reading sandscript
I wanna man by every exit so they can`t split
Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit
Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit
Tied them up, red dot `em up, fuck the ransom shit
Hit the safe, brick city case, back to the whip
Then we lace, back to Bk, all beneath, relaxed in the pj`s
Splittin` mathematics on the weekday
Sound of pee traces, dust the side of breifcases
Queit money, eat by my chef like Free Masons, Pay me

Chorus (repeat til fade)



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