Testo Still in Effect - State Property
Testo della canzone Still in Effect (State Property), tratta dall'album State Property Presents the Chain Gang, Vol. 2
Freeway flow still in effect
I might end up peelin' a clip
Till then, bullets still in the clip
Clip still in the tech
I might end up stealin' your bitch
Catch a body, hide out in the 'jects
Jets jersey with a hat to match
Mack ya bitch
(I'm in the club with) Mack, Jay, and Dame
Y'all cats better stay in ya lane or lay in a ditch
Cause I'm ridin' and my clique feelin' the same
Till it's my time to feel the flames
I'mma chill in the blue flame
Killin' the six
With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Ask Dame, he know
All his hoes ain't used to know me, now they like the boy
I take 'em to the black door, give 'em the dick
Sis screamin' that she been here before
It's like the five o'clock traffic jam, we in the mix
You in the zone with the rock bitch
The Loch Ness monster of rap
Boa constrictor of spitters
And Nile River of flow-ers
Be Hova, still roll with my niggas
And by the way, all my niggas move boulders
Like when they rumble, any trouble, Free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
It's my first album but the brothers is back
Like Men in Black, same city as Will
Freeway known for pullin' the gat
Pull off with your stacks
Haters wanna rap, put up your deal
I line 'em up, shut 'em down, shut up they trap
Go through they Ac, I wet up they back
Hit up they will
Other than that, I'm killin' these tracks
Earnin' these stacks
Tryna turn my vocals to a million
Hell yea, it's Neef Buck
Nothin' changed, same boy
Lost a couple, but ain't shit I got more
G-U-N-Ses, where your damn vests?
P90, Ruges tear you the fuck up
Four pound sent you to hell, damn we next up
Seein' Bucky, shit's about to get ugly
To this day, you won't get nothin' from me
But some hot seashells, probably drop you tail
Before the cops come, we bail
In big ass Excursions, huggin' the road
Fallin' back
Blowin' the spice with the windows cracked
Just another day around the way duckin' the law
Got the Ozium in the truck, AC on defrost
Nothin' sweet with Neef, you ain't outta control
Backseat of my jeep, we swing an episode
SS shotgun, let off twenty-one, who want some?
Bust the Peggy Sue, got dumb-dumbs
Fuck you think I come from?
You better run and go get one
Before it's too late, fifth quake put you on your damn skates
White sheet, yellow tape
Caution at that
All bout some rap
Never 'bout no stacks
Yea man, I'm fed up with you cats
The boy Bucky's back, first quarter, it's a wrap
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Linda Creed, Leslie Pridgen, Christopher Ries, Thomas Randolph Bell, Halaa Imani Muhammad
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