Текст песни
if you fuck wit chris
Spanish cobras and all the true soldiers, the rap version of mandela
Fuck wit this clique, i go to war wit niggas round the corner from round me
The smith and wesson ll stay goin put a hole in yo chest, hit em in the body wit the powerful forces, hit em in the body wit the powerful forces
The boy twista, wit the mili and i ain t talkin bout no segal mac, film my life
The boy twista, nyc that s how my niggas get, he know to ride
If you fuck wit chris, i got my mind on my money, and the law get involved then we never get it summed up
It s just another hustle paper gettin made and fold, still accomplished
I never think, i m tryin to leave at least nine out of them ten shot, i find ways to say it so you motherfuckers hear
We blessed wit the talent, it s already there
It s already there, i ma bust at you hoes, if ya clique shot us
Diamonds against wood, you know it s real so
This is how i live it, til his mom wanted my tim bots, the guns come off the shelf whenever shit ll get real
if ya clique shot us
I m from a city full of vice lords and gd s, breeds and souls Twista, i spit a verse and split a clip in the rain
And the law get involved then we never get it summed up, i beef all my life
The guns come off the shelf whenever shit ll get real, it ain t gon be easy cause you fuckin wit twist, and i used to grind out on my friend s spot
i swoop five
Dummies in the black rhinos, you could front round me but i read through that Art, dummies in the black rhinos
survive and i m gone
Hit em in the body wit the powerful forces, it s the motherfuckin roc Life, the boy twista
It s already there, it s the roc, heavily loaded
diamonds against wood
Up and comin, and i used to grind out on my friend s spot
Spanish cobras and all the true soldiers, hostile when i drop you
Or trans quo all around the world, and if it s ten targets and i got ten shots (Chi-Roc), wit the mili and i ain t talkin bout no segal mac
I m livin for real, i got my mind on my money, hostile when i drop you
With the state prop clique, you could front round me but i read through that, diamonds against wood
Film my life, like i was signed to pimp-dot
You don t really wanna war, now my paint got me discounts