Testo Throw Your Guns - AZ feat. Half-A-Mill
Testo della canzone Throw Your Guns (AZ feat. Half-A-Mill), tratta dall'album The Album
You know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see dough
Yo, yo, big boys play for large sums
Even bitches got they shit tight
If you with us throw your guns up
What the fuck, from a Philly cock your shit back and bust
You acquired the knowledge, my brain waves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rapping God from the projects
It ain't hard for Medicaid cards to platinum cars
My clique is that large to get they dick licked
And back massaged by rich chicks who rock Versace bras
In the drop watching the stars, yo the conquest is ours
Mission accomplished, shittin' on congress
Benz whip with a six, on this sextillion tons
When I appear reptilians run from affiliates
Williams exile your team like Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's
In the same streets you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas hear me when
Half a mill' shootout with Bohemians, calico spitting in
Niggas splitting in the same position they sitting in
What sentencing, we got too much Benjamins
We even got triple six IBM plastic currency with chips in them
Images of Clinton and my niggas lay back
We used to pump a G, now we pump 100K packs
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-Mat
What part of the game's that, the curse my hot verse is flame rap
Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
All my bitches mine 'til they brain crack
Yo, yo, big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, even bitches got they shit tight
On the scene, eighteen sucking dick right, it's sick right
If you with us throw your guns up
What the fuck, from a Philly cock your shit back and bust
From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
Court scenes, flashbacks of kidnaps in Fort Greene
Guns busting, stash house out in Flushing
Corruption, killer mentalities foul adjusting
Cold nights, ran through the streets my whole life
Back and forth kites, focus for niggas who lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies
Short eyes, so many making living off lies
Ante up, hoping my new shorty don't stand me up
And have me stuck, after this session I plan to fuck
Hot pursuit, a real spitting image of Pop Duke
Rock fly suits, paper player part of my roots
So what you gross yearly, I live this game so sincerely
Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me
So it's either or, free to pay poor, you and yours
Fools and frauds regulate life through rules and laws
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, even bitches got they shit tight
On the scene, eighteen sucking dick right, it's sick right
If you with us throw your guns up
What the fuck, from a Philly cock your shit back and bust
Firm official 850I, burning pistols, Black Magnum P.I
Mac V.I., wolly hat, half beehive, wise guy
95 I, look in my eye, praising Allah, project aiming Rob
Greatest star Akbar, pushing a hot car
Shark bar, private engagement, live entertainment
I grab mics and I explain it
How I went from the bonds of the brainless
To the minds of the wise and the famous
Niggas' wives admire the guys in Ranges
Take off their wedding rings and give head to the kings
It's just a cheddar thing, Amaretto, Armani leather things
We into better things like wetting the Brinks
Jumping out of stretchers with minks, crime connected with link
Up in the club buying drinks, bitches eyeing the sphinx
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say fuck what they think
My son copped a Hummer this summer, with a button-up mink
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, even bitches got they shit tight
On the scene, eighteen sucking dick right, it's sick right
If you with us throw your guns up
What the fuck, from a Philly cock your shit back and bust
Bitches got they shit tight
If you with us throw your guns up
What the fuck, from a Philly cock your shit back and bust
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony S. Cruz, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Jason Wardlaw
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.