Текст песни 50 Cent ft. Pharrell Williams ft. Pusha T - Raid

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Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: 50 Cent ft. Pharrell Williams ft. Pusha T
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[Pusha T] I’m only in the company of Kings I made a power move and it’s everything it seems Before ‘Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA) One letter short but still muthaf-ck the DA. We play by the rules as they try and crack the code Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold Leopard print Louboutin’s, prowlin’ the concrete Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji You know where to find me Greenhouse a circle of top whores Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors 35 large took you right out the top draw Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw [Pharrell] It’s like rain, spraying on you roaches The AK is an animal, it is ferocious A n-gga wanna sing but he is the dopest Watch that n-gga disappear, hocus pocus Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing Unless he is an insomniac, he dying to dream [50 Cent] You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from countin’ Jelly donuts to taking the most From my high school sweetheart to f-cking with hoes Look I’m all grown up and I dun blown up N-gga aint much changed, in fact, things are the same I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I’m bad news, you n-ggas know the verdict, I’m filthy Drop Phantom is milky White on white, 24 inch blades of steel Red eye smoking that bomb shit N-ggas surprised, 50 back on fire 50 back running round this bitch strapped Hitman for hire [Hook] [Pusha T] I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres Been lost their soul They just waiting on the fire Innocent faces with a shit load of prior’s Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers Deep sea dive for the fishscale Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale Take a record head back if that shit fail Drop weight like an anchor than you set sail Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over Engine double scream when I turn the key over Pirelli’s on the street rolling like a steam roller Bitche’s double team when I have my sleep over’s Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music Test it on ya tongue or watch a fiend do it I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it [Hook]
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