Текст песни 357

What up on my Harlem niggasMy BK niggasBack uptown babyLennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all dayAye yo you love the way I rep blackStep the f back
'Fore I bring out the gunsAnd chest checkRespect thatAny girl I met that
Hit thatLove the way I spit thatI don't kit katPush your wig back
Get you shit snatchedGet your ribs crackedGot a friendHave me kick thatGet
that
Sit backSchool shit skip thatLearn how to flip packFor the big stacks
And the big actNow I got the big gatsClick, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditchCame with a snitchNow I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicksGirls sending me kicksBeen in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fistWhen the ?Begin with a stichEnd in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mixNow a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
8½ on the dope ask Dominican RichWinning and richEating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shitHow a nigga spin in 6See they all see the 12
But you see me in itTVs in itBBs kintedAsk who it isYou see me tinted
I did drive-bysNow I take you on top of a high riseSee if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasiumHow 'bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhhPlay peopleJumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legalYou not a threat
You want it you got it betI'll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I'm setI'll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother outAfter I done dug her
out
Needles to jug her outPillows to smother outYou don't give a fuck about
Un would've ? aboutI'm through wit' itYour crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with itI know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like thatSHUT UP nigga clack clack clackPat pat pat
Rat tat tatPut fear 'fore envyNigga I'm not in fear of anyUnknown - 357 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/unknown/357-lyrics.html
I'll leave a nigga black and blueLike a pair of PennysWhile me and Betha
Throw fiestas By alma quetaChicquetaMoneroNieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon ClettaOr the black boots
Jumpin out to act coolCars never lease 'emGirls ? 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesomeNiggas tease 'em
Bitches please 'emWhen I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All calls validNever hard malletDallas Been up in you favorite star's stlyus
CowardBite on my hoes like Marv AlbertBut you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run thoughBeen at your front doorGun hold for fun though
Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
Cam- Fuck that it's not a game
Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
Cam- Man fuck them niggas BGuy- Yo, you know what you doCam- What?
Guy- Tell these niggas the real dealCam- Aight check itAiyyo I'm ?
Cook up the crackEverytime you look up a gatGot you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nahThe guns I had put in the backI want the hook up in check
On this work of the rapNow I'm not saying what I likeOr what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's rightSee baby boy I carry guns
You know the big typeThe kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred packBut nowadays I'm the only
You a running backYou got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian catsOr the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain deadLight this herb Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from PittsburghNo kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnapings and hostagesSo, y'all better obeyWe shoot pro way
Mess with us no wayNow go 'head go play