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Interpret:
NAAM Brigade Feat. Freeway
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| Early In The Game
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[Intro - Freeway]
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one!
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one!
Make Free and Ill fuck you up, you up!
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
Im with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys
you better, arm your boys
I snatch dont go and get paid
I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos
Bring em home for toys
Mami bitch roll on my woods
If you cant roll through the hood
Play like Snoop Dogg and lay low
Go peep Rambo, on five-eight
and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray
My dough, my flow heavyweight
hit stages, rock mics pull dykes
Every state--wait, cant forget where Im from
Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes
Everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K
Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?)
Another one (bites the dust)
Dont make Freeway fuck you up!
Shoot up your way!
[Chorus: Sonny Black + Freeway]
[Sonny Black] We got the streets on smash
Clubs on smash; chicks we gon smash (early in the game)
[Freeway] And we got flows, who want drama?
We got gats leave bullet holes in cats
[Sonny Black] We got the charts on smash
and yo click trashed; act up and get smashed (early in the game)
[Freeway] And we got hoes, whos your sister?
We got caps leave chickens with pecks
[Verse 2 - Meek Millz]
Chicks the ing bars to minimum
Niggas see me start trembelin
Head shots Im sendin them
Serve niggas like Wimbeldon
Im thug got you feminene
I tuck more shit than Eminem
Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland
Niggas see me say thats him again
He all about them benjamins
Tried to change my ways but God know Im gon sin again
Smokin drinkin gin again
Bad bitches, got ten of them
Cop two trucks got ten in them
Cop coke off Dominican
Blaze my mac 10 again
Hot lead I put it into them
Blood rush my adrenaline
Aint tryin to see the bin again
Killin all yall men and them
To hell is where Im sendin them
Caskets is what Im endin them
Forever they gon live in them
Any nigga thats scared of em
or any fuckin friend of them
I send your ass to visit him
Dressed in that suit and lizards skins
Now look at all this shit you in
You know you wadnt fit to win
M-Dot, who hot?
You know I come to get it in
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Sonny Black]
If that block used to get paper
Then throw that work on it
Broady your flow aint shit
You need to work on it
Fat asses hit em hard from the back
It hurt dont it?
And that nigga got what in the stash?
Went right on it
Playa that money talk
Gatsll make em sumersault, like gymnastics
When the mac spit, youll lay in caskets
Yall only hot for a minute
We makin classics, got mad clips
and we get through metal detectors, gats is plastic
Im a thug, raised around drugs and niggas who aint never have shit
Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon crash it
1:45 roll in with somethin early
that go in smashin em
We dont keep hammers for nothin
We gon be blastin em
You know that slogan
"True playa from the Himilyah"
Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her
Names is ringin, niggas is singin
Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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Eingetragen |
13.Aug.2002 21:08:07 |
Letzer Aufruf |
22.Dec.2004 18:12:00 |
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