Jewelz - 40 Bars | Текст песни

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For the year 2G the rap game
change for one name
Jewelz aim to slain anything on
this plane
Remains are found when the
best kept secret get heated
You went platinum wit a ghost
writer, so in the game you won
you cheated
My slang bang when you need it
You man enuff to pull a gun be
man enuff to squeeze it
(*gunshots*) Die if you don't
believe it
Anything to do wit millions I'ma
be wit it
Hats off to the hardcore niggaz
FUCK the rest In my guess y'all
useless, just talkin music
Never mistake me for a fake MC
You got the wrong idea nigga I'm
CT fool
Get murdered in a second in the
first degree
Come to me wit faggot tendacies
You'll be sleepin where the
maggots be
Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef
actually
but when it's on I raise first
automatically
Won't catch me as a victim and a
rap casualty
Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the
summertime
Ten Bentleys in one line
Gats in each hand, twin 45's in
mines
Snipers hittin niggaz long
distance for a rate
Sons and daughters, one order
you'll be floatin in water
Bad news home of the Dynasty
Raiders
One luv to the ol school niggaz
They in the jail tryin to raise us
Even the ones that tried to blaze
us but couldn't even graze us
See dem bitch azz niggaz y'all
killin don't amaze us
Y'all slobbin I'm spittin wit a
mouf full of rage
(DIS MY NIGGA JEWELS
REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS
YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SHIT)
Everybody stay fly get money kill
and fuck bitches
I'm hittin anything in plain view
for my riches
VA's finest fillin up ditches, when
niggaz turn to bitches
die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall
midgets
I know killaz that kill for a fee
that'll kill yo' ass for free, believe
me How you wanna die fast or
slowly?
Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie
polie
I bought yo shit it was weak,
trashed it now you owe me
All the hardcore niggas know me
I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust
up in the motherfucker
Takin anything that's rightfully
mines
Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines
Physique crew, thick designs
wit jewels that shine all the time
Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate
of mystique
Got niggas while you eat shit
sleep and beat yo meat
die reachin fo heat, leave you
leakin in da street
Niggas screamin he was a good
boy ever since he was born
but fuck it he gon life must go
on niggas don't live that long
but hoes in wigs niggas that think
they head strong
got niggas hollerin Jewelz dead
wrong on this song
THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT
NEED NO HOOK
JUST FORTY FUCKIN BARS
FROM DA MOUF OF A
CROOK!!!
YO!!

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