letra de millennium thug - funkmaster flex
[nashawn]
ayo, i’m yappin’ these jewels
clappin’ these dudes
a straight born k!lla
it’s q.b. borough n-gga, untamed gorillas
n-ggas that put holes in squealers
dope dealers, i see police flashin’ through my rearview mirror
put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
safety off the nine, they gotta k!ll me for mine
i’m floatin’, left lane open where i could get through
the cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window
i skidded out, now i’m outta control
slammed on the break and shot out the rear do’
i’m hearin’ ambulance sirens, i kept firin’
it’s gotta be them cause i ain’t dyin’
i’m bonin’ out
bit the top off a guiness stoute
pour some out, bravehearts no doubt
i glove n-ggas, uppercut thug n-ggas
look at my mug, you can tell that i’m bugged n-ggas
chorus – why it feel good to be real and reveal who’s fake? why ya’ll
n-ggas got the girly mouth? why we feel great? why ya’ll look mad with a
frowned face? why the hoes love the gods, bravehearts, nas, and nash’?
why them bravehearts roll hard with nickel plates? with big slugs that
can’t be traced, and why ya’ll look so corny tryin’ to imitate these
real n-ggas that’ll punch you in your face?
[nas]
i saw n-ggas get smacked and have the street thinkin’ they real
saw n-ggas wives and knew ’em as the c-m drinkin’ girls
high saditty, she act like she innocent
she act like her p-ssy ain’t where my n-ggas been
hate when she act like she never met me
she can’t forget me
thugs respect me, jealous n-ggas say f me
cause i cruise yachts like lefty and sonny black
your hoes wanna l!ck honey out my crack
i’ll fart in your b-tch mouth, she call me psychic
cause i knew she would like it
push fleetwood caddy’s feelin’ righteous
i eat good, no red meat i like fish
ya’ll never in your life seen money
i live like a gangster from the nineteen twenties
smuggle bootleg liquor
i shoot ’till you dead n-gga
i’m about bread, these rhymes is off the head n-gga
wear esco leathers and esco fleece
i flow off techno beats and rep the streets
you a one verse -ssasin
i’m a multiple lp long lastin’
peekin’ again
grimy n-gga with different color ink in my skin
former low life, now i’m the bling bling king
respect it
see me with the sh-t i say on record
not like these fake thugs, please wake up
if i die i’m’a rise from the grave
with two four-fives and maggots in my eyes to make n-ggas pay!
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