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Roc Marciano
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Slingers
Come take a walk On my side of the dark side! While niggas do walk-by's and Drive-by's. Hundred counted slinging bing-pies And the bow ties Made by the fight, sittin' ring side This is where the killers reside The drug dealers collide And Martin Luther King's dream died Trum was 15 and cut the green five At 16 moved out the projects to the East side Moved to the upper east island, (???) Trum was young and flied with mob ties Filled old sweat she (???) Blue swinggin' like a bee hide I'm bout to drop 6 jump to the G5 Dropped out some guys in the projects On the West Side So, what's a G's knee high? For five stuff in the (???) The other one's for C.S.I. Investigated by homicide Wanted by the F.B.I. The murderer for C.I. Could never get to testify So it felt like the case may turn To the trunk shut in the face Fuck y'all asking questions for, man? You know I'm half innocent Come take a walk through these blocks With coke dope police spots Gun's cop ready to squeeze half Huh, these happen as youngen's free stop Gun shots from most of roof top Murder prize for that money is in the shoe box Come take a walk in these blocks 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
I'm a slinger, set fire on the finger Crib in Antigua, my trigger man wa' a seater Sicilian, not a square like a square (???) My man, I'm a rare creature, Dipped the police test sniker My nigga's whole feet like a fever From here it's all down hill like a skier Round the whips up, talk to Sirians and the Asirians Lil' Katiue with her fake titties Sipping Remy on the rocks Mind clear when the air is chilly Player Willie got jammed out in Philly Slit him open like a fillie Full of fluiwy We find one trunk in Missouri All smelly So this is all flesh (???) I haven't pissed, not to mention the mess Just march with the less Triple legs, soup less On the roof, momma, I'm a Zeus head The Coup's wet, the crew still moves my tools shed This is proof, not bullet Introduce deuce in a pool by the lake Fly shoe head spread, guns run the bread, Sunday the bed, plus a couple in the duffle bag Take a better look, apart from the cook (???) handle one in the foot Still play it by the book The gray top's bottled up My hood swallows it up What the fuck?
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