a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de no solicitation - gangsta p

[intro: mr. ill]
yeah, listen here, gangsta p, you know what i’m sayin’, up in this motherf-cker. no solicitin’. leave ’em wishin’. leave ’em plundered and under, know what i’m sayin’? that’s it right there

[verse 1: mr ill]
there ain’t no solicitin’
n-gg-s come up missin’, they ain’t listenin’
red beams and dead fiends from teams leave ’em wishin’
and the maniac man with them brainiac plans
i s-sing them rap jams while you complain from back slams
now, your mental scope feels my pressure
but how ya feelin’? don’t know, don’t test-a
cell block, leave ya sh-llshocked
what the b-m a clot
cuz i run alot with the gun c-cked
makin’ blocks hot, takin’ hotspots, bakin’ hot rocks
ain’t no vacant once the glock’s c-cked, the cops flock
now you walk with cries cuz your d-gg-n’ eyes
wasn’t talkin’ wise in them bars, besides, you’s unauthorized
faulty lines was your downfall, i’m a hound dog
pound y’all into the ground till you sound small
so watch out, n-gg-s better be ready for the new black freddy
i’m choppin’ the wack like the machete
heavily, steadily, you’ll never be, i’mma roll on
like cinderella fella, never front, when the show on?
so f-ck the gl-ss slipper, i’m the -ss-whipper
watch me blast quicker
and leave ’em wishin’ they wasn’t solicitin’

[aside: gangsta p]
yeah, break you n-gg-s off this motherf-ckin’ ak
all motherf-ckin’ day, every day, n-gg-
east side rider, n-gg-, i’m your motherf-ckin’ provider
check this sh-t here

[verse 2: gangsta p]
when they enter, bustas get checked up from the neck up
i make you suckas wonder how me and ill we thunder to ya
hallelujah, where your strap, n-gg-? don’t need to act
you know i keep stacks to put these bustas on they f-ckin’ backs
if solicitation be your motherf-ckin’ occupation
make my day, call me clint eastwood, the gangsta’s no good
i’m a wild wild child to a fake emcee
i kicks reality like the jerk of my fully
watch me bully, i treat the rap game like i’m slingin’ cocaine
loved by few, hated by many, rock-a-bye-bye these slugs off through ya d-mn brain
(what’s your name?) gangsta p-a-t
from the east where you rest in peace
i take this rap game seriously
here to break you fake emcees off instantly
closed caskets, n-gg-s get caught up in the traffic
ain’t no hesitations from this automatic
never thought about death cuz i’m reapin’ what i sow
bring yo -ss to the battlefields cuz you know it’s on
night by night, day by day
disrespect the game and feel the good vibration from my ak
addicted to this life i live
breakin’ n-gg-s that never pay their dues with this macky-mac-10-10
my thoughts are thought of before i peel ’em
premeditated hits i guess i knew i had to k!ll ’em
little gangsta (is who that n-gg- be)
little gangsta (that n-gg- you don’t wanna see)
i’ll flash on yo -ss like i was a vietnamer
smokin’ suckas out they booths to where they never make it to trauma
you motherf-ckers better pay close attention
listen, there’s no solicitin’

- gangsta p

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS