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Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz
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Cops & Robbers
Lord Tariq & Muggs
Tryin' to tell you man I'm going up in there I'm gonna dig into niggas pockets 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Lord Tariq, Lord Tariq
[Incomprehensible]
Either you be real or you be dead Hit a killer, be a killer, that's the rules to this game In the court of the law with let niggas that feel ya They know cat dealers
But with some new shit, like Clue shit, we strap for this thriller You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out Cock the mack back, blow his back out And take the back route and that's what that's about, understand?
I wan't cans in hand, this shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my money I'll only tell you once Tony Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me
If so, trust me, you outta luck B And try to sit high where them drugs be Filthy rich looking broke Fuck a bitch I wan't the world [Incomprehensible]
Keeping feds of my ass I gotta think fast 'Cause black man white town, you know, this shit won't last We try to bumble like ass, stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
Now if the good die young Then what the fuck that makes me? And who the fuck are you to rape me? Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holdin' it down in the decks And for the frauds I got techs Headin' straight for your chest Feel me on this, my word is priceless
You can't pawn this, I might diss drop jewels The way I cop jewels, the way my nine drops flues The way my mind influence, what's a nigga to do a murder Type of shit you never heard of
From jimbos to fat burger on some last long shit I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil Plus, I calm shit, I bomb shit, I had a lot of Brooklyn niggas Sayin', 'Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down'
So hold your heat up, and move fast, you got to keep up Because Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets what Nigga peep up, talkin' to the sidewalk And there's nothing to comprehend when my nine talks
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
I peep the devil screamin' BK 'cause I rock for B.I.G. Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid In some rap since I pack, used to be in passin' for crack Molka types of lid with a passin' for stacks
Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine Street veteran with one gun, killed eleven men It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you Now I push your hair line back, do what the con do I warned you and sworn no talkin' Bring the thing out, got the block surrounded like cops And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is thoroughbreed Run with thorough heads, leave you in another burough bed Respect my hood, like the heats do Be k to the Bronx, poor Kane, Lord Tariq and Clue
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
We got cops and robbers, niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars, movin' stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets, we got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock, don't get rocked to this
DJ Clue, Professional Roc-A-Fella
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