- AZ Street Life 歌詞
- AZ
- Yeah Devine Intervention
Miliato, Begetz, AZ
Quad Money Presents..
Now the twin towers done blew up
****** seen the footage and threw up
I got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up
Mil-latin the dog done grew up
is it still manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin
my gunz speak rat-a-ta-in
understand my lingo
I'm from Albany
Afganistan,**** Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus
I'll shoot scud missles through his kango
and spray z gas on ya faggot ass
Allah you akba, make 767's crash
smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash
I keep a half a pound of cash
I thought I told you cats,I'm not a rapper
rock a G on my chest that stands for god,**** Dan I'm dapper
prada from head to toe
dollars, cherries in the moe
you fake ass pimps, get my chips
so I'm burying you and your hoes
I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show
so every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow
I'm guaranteed to flow
puffin that magic ****
knowledge itself ***** that's what you need
so **** you and those crabs that you feed,tell em holla at me.
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,its all we know
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,its all we know
I work for a quarter million in ****,a million dollars in cash
1.5 under the bathroom stash,put that little ass gun away *****
step up your murder game,still ****** wit ****
step up to *******,cardiay diamond links no more gold chains
vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain
I'm the one to watch ****** don't cover your eyes
so many eyes on my watch got em hypnotized
****** with hustlers ballin like rap ******
throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap ******
the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy
got mines on me front row with a grammy
slugs on the left and lust on the right
**** an award boo we'll take you home tonight
milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof
damn near crashed in valet off that over proofed ****,we drunk.
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,its all we know
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,its all we know
I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs
just tryin to live,**** gettin stuck with a bid
****** I **** with now,used to **** with his kids
slim dude food never stuck to my ribs
been tried on occasions,I lie with persuasion
hustled out of town nearly died in a Days Inn
breezed on a turnpike,received then returned kites
cold D to O.G homie ***** earn strikes,burnt mics
left em there to sizzle for shizzle
you know the dizzle my nizzle,I'm so visual
all jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle
blew a few mil and still official
BIG we still miss you,the games real fical
its two thou and a nickel,***** trying to go triple
until I'm there wit you,a wheel chair cripple
its no secret I'm a keep it popin like a pistol.
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know,it's all we know
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