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Les paroles de Hard Knock Life This Thing of Ours/Belly soundtr
| | | Artiste: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Volume 2 / Hard Knock Life | | Titre: | Hard Knock Life This Thing of Ours/Belly soundtr | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 64 fois | | | | Paroles: | the version on Belly has an extra verse
[Memphis]
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I
smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew
love I spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my
strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a
later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk
straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie
niggaz
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you
niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my
live niggaz just like me WHAT
[Jay-Z]
Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life
This is
Roc-A-Fella for life
[Chorus]
You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz
can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As
long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't
touch what they can't feel real recognize real
[Beanie Siegel]
Yo, I set up shop wit
nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet pussy
Open up the
whole strip, like Monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to land on my property
Think you get some
dough for my community chest?
Blaow blaow two to yo chest
Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz
it cost to pass
Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.
Type ta land on jail can't pay your
bail
Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think
I'm the wrong one to lie to
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm
tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
Two-brick money new blue six
money
Paroo trip money flew in six money
Taj Mahal trips orange chips money
Long dick
money all in yo bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit sick money
Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella
wools route
All black mask down wit they tools out
Beanie mack I'll move out
I had
niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes
Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move
south
Switch up they last name get a new spouse
Scrambled up some down-payment for a new
house
No matter where you go Mack gone find ya
I'm like a shadow nigga I'm right behind ya
I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder
[Chorus]
[Memphis]
Me and my road dog
Been OG's for so long
Spit raw rolled up niggaz can
smoke on
Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status
Fuckin with my
mathematics you make us savage
Five nine one six O, light brown
M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it
down
[Jay-Z]
Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep
it movin, nigga
[Beanie]
Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me
Wit a ill ass
flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
Thousands
of dollars ice freezes my collar
Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check
And a pair
of isotoners to rock my rings
Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice
rip that crew then I'm droppin my thang
[Jay-Z]
Nigga it's crew love | | | |
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