Rowdy Rahz

  • Трек: Falling (feat. Rowdy Rahz)
  • Исполнитель (артист): F.A.T.E.
  • Длительность 4:38
  • Формат: mp3
  • Битрейт: 320kbps

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  • Текст песни "F.A.T.E. - Falling (feat. Rowdy Rahz)"

    [Method Man]
    Yeah ha.. we vibin'
    Channel livin' all day ha c'mon
    Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
    Sniff a whole key
    My coke deep
    Be my consciouss tellin me it dont make sense
    Then guard his nonsense
    A niggas best defense is his offense
    So yo I watch po po
    And duck a dodo
    Birdies in them gogo's
    Trying to steal my mojo
    Oh no your'e fuckin with a pro
    Who go for dolo
    For sure though
    A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
    Come on now judge judy
    Youre televised through our vision
    While I black you get imprisoned
    When my eyes see through your eyes
    Your hypnotized
    Subconsciously you change the station to channel live
    That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
    Cause if it is me and my nine's
    The first to ride
    For my niggas
    Live by the fire die by the flame
    Happy im gone knowin my son's gonna be the same
    As his dough-diggy dog that
    Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
    A pen unleash the dragon again uh
    Im on ya like hot grease on a skillet
    Gorillas on real tv because they feel us

    [Verse 2]
    I'm livin like a hundred in a jeep stolen
    Wools in sheeps clothng
    All beef frozen
    Bust like cheap trojans
    Nautrally rollin blunts and weed smokin
    We keep chokin
    Bitches on they knees open
    I spit like a automatic semi barking part
    And if you hear me starin blame the remmy martin
    So liquor shots ghetto people
    Dutches and c-lo's duckin the repo
    For fuckin them lady c-o's
    Rhymes blind devine (evol??)
    Smoked out in the cadillac regal
    With a mommy on my beecho
    Theres eight million stories
    Only six million ways to die
    Theres two million niggas getting away with crime
    Theres two million more whack niggas tryin to rhyme
    Now theres four million niggas tryin to eat at one time
    It keeps the thugs gunnin in the blood runnin
    And the judge frontin
    Enough to make nigga touch something

    Niggas fuckin with that strick-nine
    The models get mine
    So we gonna be big time
    Its ghetto buisness
    Niggas jack cars and rap stars
    Rockin the cash bars
    Bitches dancin naked on their lap
    Its ghetto buisness
    Niggas hold guns
    Hot ones steakin' the biscut
    Ghetto nigga soft cores is ghetto business
    Yo, drinks and weed son
    Never seeds son
    I got what you need son
    Its all ghetto business

    [Verse 3]
    Yo this is for the senile
    Walking on the green mile
    My lyrics be like the spirit of a teen gone wild
    Shit is after ten bitch wheres your child
    With a nine in his pocket lockin it down like penile
    I did the knowledge to born
    Your style straight corn
    I woke up in the morning
    Heard your shit and just yawned
    You fuckin up my high
    No lie
    You can die
    Before i break you up like god
    Yo its the herb slinger
    New style bringer
    Rap is for my war plan
    Fat like Corporal Clinger
    We still bring the hardcore with r&b singers
    While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer

    [Verse 4]
    Yo rally hot boys feel so sick
    And I won't stop 'til I'm so so rich
    While Y'all niggas spit
    I (WHOOO) blow hits
    Don't waste time
    And I don't waste rhymes
    Few minutes, shit
    Track done like swiss
    If you ain't hot come like this
    Real niggas hold a gun like this
    Pop something, one in your leg
    Make your ass run like this
    Now picture that
    Defeat rhymes never that
    Son son you brave
    You ain't a man cause you got a little something to shade
    I've been a thug since the sixth grade
    Rockin a fade
    Young Boomy
    Look what the ghetto done to me
    Made you bolder now
    Heart colder now
    Brick soldier now
    Gun holder now
    Nigga snath my chain, catch him hold him down
    Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
    I know you wanna test rock, what you waitin for
    I live one-thirty-eight basement door
    City up north you can't escape the raw
    Find me where channel live be at
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