Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile f Hot Boys - 4 Minutes

 
[B.G.] 
You know we don`t drop hits, uh-uh 
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh 
Cash Money, c`mon, get at me nigga 
 
Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes 
All the niggaz I fuck with they bling bling 
V.L. is my block my hood my set nigga 
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga 
Best be bout unloadin a Tec nigga 
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga 
I run with the killers guerillas and the headbusters 
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can`t trust `em 
I been cut-throatin niggaz for a while now 
I stay to tapin and whoopin ballers who got plots 
of birds or chickens or ki`s or bricks, whatever 
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter 
what, the, situation be 
I`m bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green 
UPT 13 and CMB 
is what I represent for life and I`m H-O-T nigga 
 
(4, minutes, left!) 
 
[Juvenile] 
Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep 
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak 
Niggaz comin home tryin to hit `em a lick 
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick 
Dem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz 
Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz 
They stuck in line, but right after it`s all over 
The block party jumpin at Washington in Magnolia 
They smokin weed, they slangin D they sellin ki`s 
While bitches shakin they ass in the middle of the street 
You representin? It better be M-A-G 
Or niggaz gon` get mad and, never let you leave 
A bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley 
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C. 
It`s on fire from the wars they cause 
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin camoflauge 
 
(3, minutes, left!) 
 
[Lil Wayne] 
Yes, one-seven nigga, look 
Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty 
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me? 
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy 
Prices, cheaper than the average, ki`s be 
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers 
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers 
What the, hell? What is that I smell? 
No it`s not but it`s a dead body by the canal 
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum 
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him 
Blunts, we pass `em; guns, we have `em 
We do not flash `em unless we gon` blast `em 
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds 
Fo`-fo`s, semi-automatic calicos 
Brrrrrrr! Reload - *tch-chk* explode 
Let it be told, I`m from Holly Grove, what? 
 
(2, minutes, left!) 
 
[Turk] 
Look.. look, look 
Plenty got diamonds in my Rolex 
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin neck 
It`s a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat 
Got so many haters that`s why I stay strapped on my gat 
I bust back back leave yo` bitch ass flat 
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black 
That`s a fact don`t make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad(?) 
You head your lose that, ain`t no comin back back, I`m tellin you 
Play with me your people people gon` be smellin you 
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon` carry you 
People don`t have no money they can`t bury you 
Don`t have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two 
Bought that insurin yourself cousin 
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin 
Gun I`ma peel it nigga you can run cousin 
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin 
 
(I hope you got the message!)
 

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