Lyrics:
Artist: E.S.G. f/ D-Reck, D-Gotti, Noke D
Album: City Under Siege
Song: Thugs in Heaven
(*talking*)
Fuck that shit, I done lost another-another one
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
try to shine I make your heart work proper
And that's comin from the drifter and if ya
Are-you-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E
So let the guests
z ni-čeho něco
Mami dívej, tam na tý stagi je tvý dítě
Neuvěřitelnej příběh, já nevidim konec (já nevidim konec)
Tolik lidí, já nevidim na konec
P's
and originals, here come the mission
Making biters ride the pine for the rest of the season
Doggy D-P-G and lil' homie, uh
I represent the L-B-C-ment
Windows
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
[Chorus]
[Verse
Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several
was the truth
Niggas thought I was from New York, niggas thought I was off the stoop
'Til I pulled up with Snoop like Dre did in "G Thang"
Wasn't no
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
Komm' in Jogginganzug wie ein Asozialer
Puste Shisha-Liquid aus dem Panorama
Meine Jungs starten Drive-Bys ausm Rolls-Royce (pow, pow)
Deine Jungs
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
[Chorus]
[Verse
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
thing
[Jt - "H*U*P"]
You aint got no choice, gotta get used to the sound of my voice
Put your G's up and yup make some noise
Say I'm cocky well then you
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
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