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feat. Division Homepage erstellen Leichlingen [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Yo, yo, yo I tell you, hold that down son (Freeze) do the knowledge, man Yo, shorty, yo shorty, hold up (Let me see your ID) Watch out for cops (Let me see your ID) It's hot over here, man (I ain't got none) Yo Magnetfolie Leichlingen [Chorus: Prodigal Sunn] We got bangers that gon' feel this, the grindz We got hitters that gon' love this, the grindz I'm in the hood, nigga, all the time, the grindz Get yours, cuz I'mma get mine, the grindz
[Prodigal Sunn] Criminal life, hard times, stressed and strifed animierte gif On voodoo grounds, kept the four pound, jew-els and crowns It's elementary, lesson learned, the penetentiary Half black, Indian, ready, for any, that can raise a semi Surrounded by tech's, criminal sets Young vet who learned respect, never turned for the check Chin check threats, keep 'em pecked, fleein' for breath Muscle humble in the jungle, and catchin' trouble with death Dogs and cats, monkey wrenches, gats and rats Fussball Abseits Code of the street, carry heat, how we defeat Every day, I walk through the valley of corruption, deceit Silent on my feet, do it for my son and my team Seein' straight through the American dream Picture perfect, though it may seem Illustrious, diamond and gleams Got these fools in the time to seen, many dying for CREAM Survived to get by, love for the skin Flyer erstellen
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[Freemurder] Check this funky, crush up, til I'm extra high See a bitch, I push up, like the exercise See me? Gettin' mushed up, gettin' next to mine Think you gettin' some of that good stuff, nigga, nevermind Immobilienmakler Krefeld I get head and dive, right in the coupe While you kissin' her from neck to thigh, write in your coupe Get the tech and grind, tonight and get that loot I hope your money's stretched for time, tonight, with the troop Feel the thunder from the pound, when you niggaz pump next to Free Til I put you underground like SMD's Testin' me, if you think you get the best of me Don't know I break niggaz up like referee's High Class Escort München Best to squeeze, see that Vietnam vet in me Drop everything, like peace, I want extra cheese Gotta respect Free, know, that gun hold six If you say Free, better be, from 106 Ever since day one I've been ringin' bells I'm all Avon, you like Stringerbell Niggaz wearin' wires, beat a nigga ass down Til his ass down, til his mouth wired, it'll be up geschichte ostern
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[ShaCronz] Ya'll already know what this is holmes, you can get your shit blown Leave dudes paralyzed from their neck to their hipbone And I'mma stay in beef, that's why I grip chrome You wouldn't understand pain and grief, until it hit home A street scholar, when I teach, the weak follow Ready to creep on my beef, I let that heat holla And I'mma gangsta like T. Roger Ya'll wanna conversate the street dollars, listen Come on, I roll for dolo and my crew hang tough Ain't no, duckin' or runnin' when the two things up Bitches saw us in the Port, they like, you game up Through some pebbles in the watch, and I stepped my Zu game up After dunking, never scared to fire Your main bitch be givin' me top And on my head longer than a hair dryer Feel the wrath of God, I shall awaken the dead Be in a cold sweat shakin', achin' in bed
