Lyrics:
(Cam'Ron)
It's the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, chrome holla at me
(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell
way, rookie of the year like Prescott
I got young killas, just like Curry, they don't miss a shot
They don't miss a shot, I send 'em straight up
Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token
into ya boo, she gave me a chocolate kiss
You ain't cultured, so you can't talk like this
Bo Bo (Gun sound) out 4 doors, haunt yo click
Po-Po too slow
Can't take the me out of me young boy
Can't take the me out of me young boy
Tell me what you really fucking want
I swore this was the type of shit
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
killa"
3W killa hillar więc się nie wychylaj bo wypadniesz
13 na taśmie '98 nielegalnie
W głowie mi rap od tylu lat przy Was Big Up dla Was
Pełen bak
don't let go, move man
Say you a killa, killa
Say you 'bout that skrilla, skrilla
Watch out when 'em bullets spray
You just might get fill up, fill up
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
killas with me
Piss me off i see red, lil stupid bitch I'm coming aiming at yo fitty
Thirty-eight green dot, and I ain't missing nigga
With my white
Rhymes in the place (That's right)
Ohhhh! (It's me again boy)
Yo check me out, hey - YO! (And I'm back!)
To my mannnnnnn, by the name of Young Zee
Look I was only twelve when I entered the game
Step dad paved the way I was making my name
Fucking up plays I was young in them days
Practice
nie rozumiem
Jaram się ludźmi których dopiero spotkam nie mogę się doczekać by poznać ich historię bo
Wymienimy spojrzenia jak zdania te najkrótsze
feel no remorse - hop back into the Porsche
Feel like Luke how a young killa finesse the force, and it's a war
My people, yo' people, they out for
killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
Intro
Whoow
Easy we mek money
Mi supplier send in a shipment from Haiti
Some iron, some iron, some iron
Young juvenile like me a live mi life
Can someone throw a bone
Can a young nigga catch a break
Baby girl just hit my phone
I'm on my way
I'm a young nigga
And I'm a young killa
So anything
Live until our time runs out
Bando Bando ready to go
We some young young misfits got us fucked up
We some young young killas so now you know
Yeah yeah
the ballas, young shot callas
Nineteen inch blades on the Impalas
Call us to get leid tonight
I got sweets rolled tight, I got sprayed by ice
I hit
You can't speed through
Two miles per hour
So everybody sees you
Ridin by myself
With the pistol in the do
Sipping sipping on lean
Sipping sipping on bo
Represent for your town
We got young San
In every cut of the city
Strapped up wit burned gloves
Coked out like Mitty
Tear a bo like them red nosed bitch,
tam obco
I nie mogę ziom tak żyć
Pusta sala, jeden mikrofon, dookoła ciemno i ja
Tylko prawdę przemawiam, to się nie przeterminuje
Bo nie jest
O.J, with blood on my gloves
I roll like young buck, homies want to hang with me
But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously
I'm thug pimpin, from
I get it, I get it, I count, recount, then spend it again
I am so young in this game but I really do feel like the man
I know you see me and my
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