Testo Bring The Noise - feat. Mystikal and Master P - Young Bleed
Testo della canzone Bring The Noise - feat. Mystikal and Master P (Young Bleed), tratta dall'album My Balls And My Word (Explicit)
This for my nigga Young Bleed, Young Bleed
I'm fine though
Down South to the West Coast
Pass me them toys nigga
Bring the noise nigga
Pass me them toys nigga
You need a fuckin hard army
If you think you gonna take me out
I got mo' bitches goin' crazy
No more Mr. Nice Guy
It coulda been different
But that's how you made me
Bitch this real life
This ain't to be played with
One false move
Nigga down here
Pushed into the pavement
Had to get my shit together
Straighten up and fly away from my safety
Had to get my foundation more stable
And tighten up on my paper
I'm sad and out to raise my cation
Handin' numbers to my pages
I'm never a weasel
But still take good care of my people
Keep handlin' my business
I'm in it to win it
Fuck the party I'm workin' hard
From bussardi to lieutenant
Just gettin' started you with it
My beginnin' is your endin'
It's my point and I get it
And if I said it I meant it
How the fuck you gon' play me
Smile in my face like you like me
Bitch you might as well hate me
If you don't value my life
Determination, balls, and faith
That's how I got up in here
So don't get shot up in here
Get out the way bitch
We got it from here
Soldier, bring the noise nigga
Soldier, pass me them toys nigga
Soldier, bring the noise nigga
Soldier, pass me them toys nigga
Niggas ducked when I came
I mean I buck and they ran
Fools screamin' soldier
But they couldn't maintain
I had my soldier rag
Tied across my forehead
It's there to help 'em
'Fore I can't say it was my pa said
I learned to double it up for some dollas
Hooked up with a dope fiend
Turned my soft shit into hard powder
I'm on the block slangin' amphetamines
I'm thinkin' about my ghetto dreams
On the triple beam
Ain't no turnin' back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head
By niggas in the hood and the police
A young nigga tryin' to make it
Twenty inch rims
Candy wood, that's why they hate me
Soldier, bring the noise nigga
Soldier, pass me them toys nigga
Soldier, bring the noise nigga
Soldier, pass me them toys nigga
Nigga if you ain't ready now
You won't ever be ready
They tryin' to catch me for steady
Stackin' confetti, it's heavy
But let me explain the game
To break the chains of pain and misery
Claim my fame throughout this game
And remain a mystery
Is you peepin' my skill
Is you seein' it's real
Is you hurtin' from hatin'
Makin' me reach for my steel
Knowin' I'm runnin' with ballers
Instead of cliquin' with killers
Graveyard fillers
Not the mind of drug dealers
And bitches love when it's payin' dues
Without nothin' to lose
Actin' a fool with savage style
From New Orleans to Baton Rouge
On the cool out, makin' it pop
It don't stop
Til I stack a million chips
That's off the top
Is you feelin' me
I'm willin' it
It ain't no killin' me
I bet your life will never be the same
For blood spillin'
That Mr. Mergatroyd
That got me fallin' like the big boy
Shakin' up some shit
I thought you knew
I bring the noise bitch
Soldier, bring the noise nigga
Soldier, pass me them toys nigga
Soldier, bring the noise nigga
Soldier, pass me them toys nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Bazile, Craig Lawson, Raymond Emile Poole, Author Unknown Composer
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