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 - Robert Lee Jr. / Stidham
 - Marcus Wayne
 
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Spice 1 - Текст песни Balls 'N Brains
Pullin up a 500 with the twenty-inch D's
 A muthafucka better freeze
 When he see me cockin these
 Two glocks, bust off a few shots
 Catch a muthafuckin case like 2Pac
 A real nigga gotta have balls and brains
 To maintain in the game
 Livin in the city with the killers and thugs
 And might be dealin some drugs
 A nigga either show love
 Or bust slugs in mugs
 Time tickin on my Rolex
 Niggas be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated
 Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased
 I seen the bitch in his face
 When I was pullin on the trigger
 One less nigga
 Enemies stallin, I be killin em all
 Cause I got the brains and balls
 And I don't beckon for no bitches or no niggas at all
 It's r.i.p. on the wall
 I be the last nigga standin tall
 Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
 To maintain in the game
 Suckers dream of schemes
 A baller fiend for cream
 I weigh my muthafuckin life on a triple beam
 Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash
 Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, nigga, we on a mash
 Ain't no rules to the game, muthafuckas run up and blast
 Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash
 If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthafuckas
 With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us
 Tell me how you gon' deal with the niggas that feed
 When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleedSpice 1 - Balls 'N Brains - http://ru.motolyrics.com/spice-1/balls-n-brains-lyrics.html
 Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10
 Watchin all my enemies and all my friends
 Rollin up on niggas with the Tec in a Benz
 Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win
 And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut
 Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthafuckin ass up
 Mob shit, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket
 Screamin out 'fuck it'
 Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
 To maintain in the game
 Suckers dream of schemes
 A baller fiend for cream
 I weigh my muthafuckin life on a triple beam
 When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high
 My niggas go to war for me in gee rides
 Skip the killas, real niggas pack Uzis up in the pillows
 Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels
 Puttin niggas in comas if he ain't dead from the blast
 Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass
 Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas
 Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast
 Got the morgue on my pager
 Niggas be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone
 And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on
 Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome
 It's bullet holes in my hooptie
 Some muthafuckas rollin round wanna shoot me
 It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me
 These niggas be talkin, but they be so phony
 Real niggas gotta have balls and brains
 To maintain in the game
 Suckers dream of schemes
 A baller fiend for cream
 I weigh my muthafuckin life on a triple beam













