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To My - текст песни



To My


I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use


Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve


Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change


I want the dough, fuck the fame


Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me


About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that


And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers


and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'


Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers


With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim


Liver, personification of drama


Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer


Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it


I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up


Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's


Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles











Please, to my niggaz


To my bitches, to my gangsters


To my riders, to my niggaz


To my bitches, to my niggaz


To my riders, to my gangsters


To my bitches, to my niggaz


And fly assholes, to my niggaz


To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'








Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats


Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back


If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack


If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back


Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is


born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em


You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws


That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls


Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows


I only do shows for burn victims


So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you


And then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rap


Who's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on


When you speak in my direction, watch your tone


From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own


It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone














Yo commmmmme see


The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys


Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say


"Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?"


Jeallllllousy


I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats


I'm a eight digit niiggy


Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see


What?



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