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Les paroles de VA Cats
| | | Artiste: | Wu-Syndicate |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Titre: | VA Cats | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 489 fois | | | | Paroles: | Intro
Watch yourself
Keep where my eyes could see
International
Crime
Syndicate
Thugs, niggas
Whatsup Whatsup
{Myalansky}
Cats be eyeing me, somebody
snitching somebody dying see
Twenty five hundred a big ache, heard he was buyin three
Stop
lying, money was sweating, my man was eyeing his leat
Slap off his bracelet with ice, and jetted
cross the street
Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think
Smiling faces always
remember, they rock ya ass to sleep
Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty
teeth
Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty street
Look what? Pretty boy get
him, right there yo pass the heat
Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass fast as
me
Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat
Chrome is two turned bitch, I
love this city heat
Arsenal, blazin them weapons when there some murder beef
He's unheard of
sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets
Chorus:
Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well
done
Do them dolo hit, we never tell none
Sittin in the cell for blazing hell's gun
We
aight though, we just dip bail
And like they say or somethin
You heard of us VA Cats, for
real
{Joe Mafia}
I heard the judge got a grudge
No love for thugs pushing
drugs
Guerilla warfare with ice mugs
Inside the borough, pure bred head the stero
Style
deniro, slottin in chrome is hero
The Max Mil era, I pick steel whenever
Time to exercise my
five, your a terror
Ill vatal, roll with my crime team and feel stable
With your betrayal, I
place you in the field cradle
I heard a thirty eight, it ain't hurt regurgitate
Swerving in
the irving, sippin Feron in the paper chase
With thug niggas, that's born to r | | | |
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