letra de in the ground with ya niggaz - lloyd banks
[intro: sanford and son sample]
lamont sanford: “they ain’t comin’ back.”
fred g. sanford: “i wouldn’t say that, son! they always come back.”
[verse 1]
don’t let them boys pump gas in ya tank
and make you believe they can save ya -ss ’cause they can’t
so think about it ‘fore you let them p-ss you ya shank
you don’t want mama to look in ya casket and faint
these rap n-ggas bluffin’
16 choruses and 48 verses ’bout a whole bunch of nothin’
half these n-ggas tried to get me on they record
but they couldn’t, now they on they cd talkin’ reckless
if you could only see the rocks in my necklace, mayne
each one’s the size of the blocks in the tetris game
we used to walk, now it’s drop top stretches, mayne
mini bar in the whip, top notch records playin’
i’m sh-ttin’ on you with a p-ssion
go ‘head n-gga ask ’em, ya fans know i’m ten steps p-ssed him
and now i’m back, still eatin’ off my last one
watch what you say in ya rap, son, or you’ll be in the
[chorus]
(ground with ya n-ggas)
control the n-ggas you run with
don’t get on that dumb sh-t, or you’ll be in the
(ground with ya n-ggas)
don’t let ’em put that battery on ya
your family’ll mourn ya, and you’ll be in the
(ground with ya n-ggas)
keep my name out of ya rhymes, boy
you’re out of ya mind, that sh-t’ll get ya in the
(ground with ya n-ggas)
stop all the subliminal lines
’til you learn to make a hit a few times
[verse 2]
the weight of the world on my bad shoulder
hot from manhattan to magnolia, i’ll lay you out like a ab-roller (woo!)
soldier, the boy rocks got all kind of glow
black diamonds, the size of the dots on a domino (oh!)
for those i’ll jump out the window, geronimo
neighborhood drop out, never made the honor role
you ain’t gettin’ nowhere, actin’ prima donna hoe
‘cept for the side of the road, b-tt naked, out in the cold (yeah)
i been a trendsetter
a playa, man my b-tch wouldn’t even get out of line if i let her
’cause i explain to her how i grind when i met her
and how i gotta roll, glock 9 in my sweater
stop hatin’, take a look at this sh-t stain
if duke gettin’ so much money, then where’s duke chain?
n-ggas talk sh-t, but ain’t none of ’em top me though
i’ll be a legend in my hood, you’ll be a sloppy joe, in the
[chorus]
(ground with ya n-ggas)
control the n-ggas you run with
don’t get on that dumb sh-t, or you’ll be in the
(ground with ya n-ggas)
don’t let ’em put that battery on ya
your family’ll mourn ya, and you’ll be in the
(ground with ya n-ggas)
keep my name out of ya rhymes, boy
you’re out of ya mind, that sh-t’ll get ya in the
(ground with ya n-ggas)
stop all the subliminal lines
’til you learn to make a hit a few times
letras aleatórias
- letra de suzanne - סוזן - yosi elephant - יוסי אלפנט
- letra de ultimátum - mecal
- letra de ramen swamp - bee! the band
- letra de something good - carrie underwood & stephen moyer
- letra de hélium - antoine vert
- letra de 1st person - afraid of the dark?
- letra de dream life - the eyes of mind
- letra de distance - save us (uk/us)
- letra de cold iii - cypaq
- letra de сладкий май (sweet may) - 2req