Testo Knicks - Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
Testo della canzone Knicks (Freddie Gibbs & Madlib), tratta dall'album Piñata Beats
Yeah (caught me by surprise)
What's up?
Bitch nigga, yeah (uh)
Tried, yeah
Pippen on the assist (uh)
I'm watchin' Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks (yeah)
That was '95, couple of us ain't live 'til '96
Gangbangin', cane slangin' had us caught up in a twist
We was middle school fools, life was rushin' past me
Fresh up out a school, bus fightin' up at Pulaski
Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G
"Where will you get some money for Nikes?" My mama asked me (uh)
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?
Mad Dog 2020, kept a nigga loose
Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice
'Cause then we gon' be ridin' on some bullshit
Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit
And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep
Wakin' up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch
Uh, yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Uh, yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags
Uh, bitch, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch (yeah)
Yeah (bitch), I got it sellin' nickel bags
Uh, chillin' with a bitch
Watchin' LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks
In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006
Only thin' he losin' is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch
If I see that ho, I got a slug for him
I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him
I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me
This for my nigga just lurkin', workin' the scale with me
In these last days, on my last page
Fuck a job, I'm whippin' this butter 'cause crime pays
In these last days, on my last page
Fuck a job, I'm servin' these cluckers, 'cause crime pays
I'm a lunatic by nature
Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper
Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro
Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch
Got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Uh, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Yeah, 17th Ave nigga, Virginia Street
This ain't 2300 Jackson Street, nigga
Real shit, nigga
This ain't no motherfuckin' museum, no motherfuckin' exhibit, nigga
Uh, I'm really out here givin' it to these niggas, I'm out here feedin' these young niggas, nigga
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Givin' out turkeys, you nigga
Buildin' up courts, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck with the youngings, nigga
What you doin', nigga?
All for a motherfuckin' nickel bag, nigga
Shoutout to my nigga, Carmelo, nigga
Get that shit next year, nigga
That block man, that was some bullshit
Shoutout to my nigga, Iman Shumpert, man
I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Lambo! We killed y'all niggas in the '90s, nigga
MJ, nigga
Fade away, nigga
That nigga got us sellin' nickel bags, bitch
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