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Дата випуску: 08.02.2010
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Мова пісні: Англійська
Anarchy '87 |
Let’s do it |
Blaze that shit up then nigga |
Stop talking to me |
What, What |
One thing I know is I’m a keep it hood |
Keep it hood nigga |
We gonna go against the grain |
Fuck it! |
We gotta do what we gotta do! |
They mad at you nigga, My nigga |
Kurupt Young Gotti don got neal harper muthafucka |
Walking is ya thing |
Get your walk on |
If talking is your thing |
Get your talk on. Imma make |
One thing loud and clear |
You ain’t gotta go home but get the fuck outta here |
Imma do what |
I do best chest to toes |
Hit all the counters straight to the west coast rolls |
Shut up nigga |
Peel this muthafuckas up my nigga |
As we ease up front my nigga |
Got a rocket in my |
Pocket and I’m ready to bust |
Got a pocket rocket in my pocket nicks and dust Man |
Standing in this bitch high as apple man |
The homie down the street heated than an astro |
Van. Nigga in the hall fake as as holograms |
I travel like Hallmark cards sent from Japan got |
Cargo floating sent from Japan |
I got K’s in boxes shipped from Japan nigga |
Make it what it is. Don’t talk be about it, shut the fuck up |
Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga |
Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga |
What.self made to stop on Death row |
Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is |
Don’t talk be about it, Neeya Simon |
Now I know you bitches can’t live without it, Without it, Without it |
Niggas get chip from shit shipped from Japan |
Niggas get chip when shit split and expand |
Expand. Expand |
You never get anywhere nigga unless you ride |
You the type of nigga to dump and then run |
Inside. Side. And ain’t nobody dumping back |
I guess you just a bitch like that |
I’ll raid your blocks, I hit the game up |
Stop time like broken clocks |
Niggas useless like broken Glocks |
Separating flocks unorthodox ox. Born in Philly oc |
The oconel got a story to tell |
A tell, like mini tells that don’t end so well |
The dream you live as the hardest nigga might be the |
Capture nuisance harness nigga |
No escape, no way out and no exodus |
Just pure war by |
Strategies and excellence, nigga |
Make it what it is. Don’t talk be about it, shut the fuck up |
Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga |
Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga |
What.self made to stop on Death row |
Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is |
Don’t talk be about it, Neeya Simon |
Now I know you bitches can’t live without it, Without it, Without it |
Living life, well I am the boss |
Boss, boss |
Life I am the boss |
We living life behind the boss. But not I got a hammer in my hand. What |
Should I do? Do… |
There’s a bank down the street |
To much temptation for a nigga like me in the straights |
Straights… I'm so anxious to cock back my hate |
Knock niggas out the front seat. Got my heat appeal |
And ready for niggas to start flipping on ground like seals |
Nigga I’m terrible awful |
A muthafuckin' ass, that don’t give a fuck about talking dase |
Me and the homies hit the spot |
And spread the raft |
It’s all about the cash, cash, cash |
Hit niggas powerful as whiplash in act shift front to back |
Dip past Gotti |
Make it what it is. Don’t talk be about it, shut the fuck up |
Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga |
Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga |
What.self made to stop on Death row |
Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is |
Don’t talk be about it, Neeya Simon |
Now I know you bitches can’t live without it, Without it, Without it |
Spending life behind the bars, life behind the bars |
We always keep it hood, living life behind the bars, life |
Bitch niggas, the streets is life, suckas |
Huh. Oh, they all upset, hood talk, well let’s talk it hood |
What you got nigga, nigga, yeah |
Lets’s ride, pentagon riders, stalvo |
Death Row records, smothering these sucker niggas |
Its that time. Ya’ll pull me out the cut |