Young Buck & Tony Yayo - Freestyle on Rap City (Feat. DJ Whoo Kid & Big Tigger) | Текст песни

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• Young Buck & Tony Yayo
• Freestyle on Rap City (Feat. DJ Whoo Kid & Big Tigger)

Young Buck:
I know I got a dirty mouth, bitch I'm from the south
I'm nothin' like what you done seen or you done heard about
I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a glock, and the rest in my sock
Unless I was pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back
Gotta do my own thing, I can't copy that cat
Let me holla at ya' for a minute may'ne
If ya stand for nothin' nigga, you'll fall for anything
I'm bustin' any brain, they say that I'm insane
But I came in this game with cocaine in my veins
What I'm sayin', that I'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20
You complain, I'd rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange?
How I went from a hoopty to a bently, I ain't changed
I'm in the hood, you want me? Come and get me
Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me
'Cuz they're some kids in Samalia with nothin' to eat

Tony Yayo:
We can conversate, over eggs in Deamano's estate
Out of town I break legs for Castellano cake
Feds clock cause my watch is what Jacob make
And Cristal in the bottle help me operate
So who you gonna nominate? I'm high rate
Through the whole Tri State
Yo my daily rhymes dominate
Its time to splurge and let the icebergs glisten
Now listen, to every word heard in this verbalition
Start something you on milk cartons missing
Disappear in thin air like thoughts of a magician
Now pay attention, my rhymes is hot transmission
Your rhymes is hootrocks that you keep on fixing
Its the technician, that migrate in the system
When I hit heavens gate, I'm going straight for a victim
Even for god's sake I might take his position
The bread I bake, make a steak in the kitchen

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