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St. Lunatics F/ Amber Tabares - Текст песни Millenium Thug
Verse 1: (Nashawn)
 Ayo, I'm yappin' these jewels
 clappin' these dudes
 a straight born Killa
 It's Q.B. Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas
 niggas that put holes in squealers
 dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror
 put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt
 safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine
 I'm flaotin', left lane open where I could get through
 the cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window
 I skidded out, now I'm outta control
 slammed on the break and shot out the rear do'
 I'm hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin'
 It's gotta be them 'cause I ain't dyin'
 I'm bonin' out
 bit the top off a Guiness stoute
 pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt
 I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas
 look at my mug, you can tell that I'm bugged niggas.
 Chorus - Why it feel good to be real and reveal who's fake? Why ya'll
 niggas got the girly mouth? Why we feel great? Why ya'll look mad with a
 frowned face? Why the hoes love The Gods, Bbravehearts, Nas, and Nash?
 Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel plates? With big slugs that
 can't be traced, and why ya'll look so corny tryin' to imitate these
 real niggas that'll punch you in your face?
 Verse 2: (Nas)
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 I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin' they real
 saw niggas wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls
 hosaditty, she act like she innocent
 she act like her Pussy is place that no nigga been
 why she act like she never met me? 
 she can't forget me
 thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me
 'cause my cruise shots like Lefty and Sunny Black
 your Hoes wanna lick Honey out my crack
 I'll fart in your bitch mouth, she call me psychic 
 'cause I knew she would like it
 push fleetwood Caddy's feelin' righteous
 I eat good, no red meat I like Fish 
 ya'll never in your life seen money
 I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties
 smuggle bootleg liquor
 I shoot 'till you dead nigga
 I'm about bread, these rhymes is off the head nigga
 wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece
 I could flow over techno beats and rep the streets
 you a one verse assasin
 I'm a multiple LP long lastin'
 peekin' again
 grimy nigga with different color ink in my skin
 former low life, now I'm the Bling Bling King
 respect it
 see me with the shit I say on record
 not like these fake thugs, please wake up
 If I die I'm'a rise from the grave
 with two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make niggas pay!














