Illa Ghee - Price to Be Illa (feat. Sean Price) | Текст песни

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• Illa Ghee
• Price to Be Illa (feat. Sean Price)

Lyrics:

[Illa Ghee]
I lay you down like a soldier on a foreign ground
Spit alien ... lyrics got the foreign noun
Keep the pound for the funny style pound
...loose your mind fuck around and get found clown
I'm in the lounge chilling, with like four women
I'm a gym empire putting fire to your entire sound say something
The new millennium Phil Drummond...
My mind in the bed stuy dungeon....
My lines sitting high in the blue hummer stuntin'
Amused by the lames function
This is nothing I abuse beats, I refuse to sleep
I let drugs in my rap style meet like it's crime in the street
Young gunner like chris and neef the black Cesar, the first world rap to be cut with benita...
I did it so it fit through your speaker
sell it by the liter, I thought i'll just spit a little ether

Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard wanna war lets get it in...
Hand gun lifting, straight menacin'
Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard wanna war lets get it in ...
Hand gun lifting, straight menacin'

[Sean Price]
Yo, I don't give a fuck about your name, your crew or your blog spot
Your track record you rap record who the god shot
Fuck you new kicks, fuck you new whips, fuck ya sheep skin
Fuck ya deuce flicks I ain't with all this dress shit
Your bitch fat and knocked knee lookin' like precious
She a rider give her the sket... one shot ya face look like forest whitaker neck
You want a verse nigga give me a check
Just let me go first you got the worse verse on the set
I don't like rappers, I don't like producers
I fuck with drug dealers and drug abusers
Ice cold nigga, ruck hot looser
Sean price I am buck shot shooter
Shut the fuck up
No afro, no elextric socks, Im off the wall with a sket that pop, pop, motherfucker, Brooklyn... P....

Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard wanna war lets get it in...
Hand gun lifting, straight menacin'
Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard wanna war lets get it in...
Hand gun lifting, straight medicine...

see I win like kobe or khaled been bout it... fly on the million I never would need a stylist
me, Illa tha kid but I never act childish reroute ya gangster, clowns is getting outed
I used to hug the block like an auntie
Keeping the hammer upon me, wearing army fatigues
And my flow like a palm tree breeze
I breeze off like a drop s 2 plus 3 and blow trees like a hurricane
Keep 2 hoes like hugh hef
Can't hear, I'm jermaine Dupri
I'm so def, I'm a drug and a child of the ghetto like g dep
I'm a animal lyrical wolf that eats flesh
and I'll punch you in the face like a boxer do ...
Stepping over all obstacles
inject rap with a rock or few
Use a hole in the penny illa ghee control and my flow is a Bentley

Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn
Go hard wanna war lets get it in...
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing
Ladies and gentlemen, haters and bitter friends
You listenin' to the hard core Brooklyn
Going hard wanna war lets get it in ...
Hand gun lifting, straight menacing.

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