Текст песни Streetlife - All My Niggas (feat. Method Man)

Street Education
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Streetlife
Альбом: Street Education
Длительность: 02:52
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[Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)] Yeah.... the coming is everything (Just when you thought it was safe I got to slap taste out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch) Yo! Yo! [Streetlife] It's the M.C. stresser, Street the aggressor I apply pressure, until your lungs explode Over choke flows, rap, over load I live by the code style that's mad P.L.O. Shaolin pro, equipped with rhymes to go Scully low, rock a teflon coat like it's ten below Controller of my destiny, live for longevity When my life in jeopardy, bust shots consecutively Black teflon rap, I lay this on you heavily Deadly Melodies, I rock the Iron Mic steadily M.C.'s keep tryin' to step in my zone Get ya head flown, crush your nose bone with the microphone New York's bravest, longly awaited (come on) Highly anticipated, street niggaz favorite I never ride dicks, that's why y'all niggaz hate it I'm Street Educated, plus thug related Wu affiliated, still underrated That's to be the greatest, world's most famous Crowd entertainer, top debut gainer Hip hop hall of famer, rap terminator [Chorus x2: Method Man (Streetlife)] Who the slang pro nigga role, banned from your radio Flow straight ghettio (aiyo) but y'all don't hear me though (I rock for all my niggaz) I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz) I rock for all my niggaz [Streetlife] This is Street radio, live in stereo flow No video, still ghettio slang pro Hoes by the boat load, lust for my logo But they don't get shit from Street, but hard dick and coco' I'm known to hold a grudge, bust slug and drug Flood the court with thug, scream, 'fuck the judge' Bad firm, I never learned, crack the bird, burn a dutch Never had much, never gave a fuck, give it up You ain't larger than life, to lose ya life In the heat of the night, talk like you walk, you might get sniped Just because you got a record deal, don't make you real Just because you sold a mil, don't make you hard to kill If you feel like I feel, we both know you bluffin' I'm about to snuff you the fuck out for nothing, aiyo I'm in full Street mode, ghetto episodes Never sold my soul, or fall for fool's gold Just control the globe with wise words told It's been in my blood, since I was God's years old [Chorus x2] [Outro: Method Man] Hey, aiyo!
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