Текст (слова) песни: Timbo King f Masta Killa - Armored Truck

 
[Intro: Timbo King] 
Comin` to get this money, money 
Knock, Knock nigga 
Aiyo, aiyo.. 
 
[Timbo King] 
I be where the dough at 
and where the dough at, a ho at 
I rhyme for real, y`all niggaz know that 
`cuz slow money`s better than no money 
I keep a hustle, strong-arm block muscle 
Hand me those things, what`s poppin` my nigga? 
Po-po watchin` again 
Put the heat and the work in the stash, Fatty got us 
I wish somebody would try to rob us 
Ya bootleg CDs, two for five dollars 
Advances, leather dansens 
I`m gettin` my dick sucked by belly-dancers 
All hood, yeah, pop got the gambling spot back 
Roll up a wood, smoke berries 
My team `bout paper 
At first you don`t succeed, strive again 
that Gin and Grapefruit, rockable blend it`s grown B.I. 
Brownsville, all the way to Portland, you know us 
The ice don`t melt but it felt like you know us 
Yeah, you go under the ground 
If you didn`t know me then Pa, ya knowing me now 
I been poppin` those 
And them ho`s been knocking those 
Shows outta state, West bubble fuck 
With big hummer trucks, gangsta life 
Live big, that`s my word to B.I.G. 
I send shots to ya ribs 
See if you can spot the red beam 
I`m parked right infront of the spot inside a red Beam`, nigga 
 
[Interlude: Timbo King (Masta Killa)] 
(Yeah, yeah, we`ll pass this off) 
Yeah we got this pick up 
After we pick this up everything gon` be good 
(Watch yaself) 
Yo watch those two cats over there 
They funny facin` right now, they funny facin` 
(I got that) 
 
[Masta Killa] 
I started out workin` a ho, moved up to a runner 
Hustled for material wealth, put bullet-proof tires on the Hummer 
Straight to ya gate I deliver, flow like the Kwantung River 
Murdered for a few tails of silver 
Code:Red, swingin` on ya head, i`s all actual, the murder capital 
Group emcee killers, masters, pros and villains 
Mic snatchers, dark like a hatchet 
Flash ya ratchet, whether steel or plastic 
Check the regiment 
Peace to Almighty Infinite from the Desert 
What`s the science Wu-alliance? 
On the Ave, I heard son got stabbed up at the party 
Never, the God too clever 
He seen it comin`, they thought he was slippin` 
`cuz he`s rockin` a drunken`, hand on his gun and 
eyes red ready to dead whatever movin` 
It`s the Armoured Truck, people that he moved wit` 
 
[Interlude: Masta Killa (Timbo King)] 
Just make sure my money`s right, how I move 
(Yo the money`s right) 
The money there look easy, smooth and deadly 
 
[Timbo King] 
Out the plaze, high with her friends 
She from Brazil, and she likes men with Indian skin 
How, the fuck are rap niggaz goin` to trial? 
It`s that easy like burnin` an Owl or turnin` a dial 
The body you do`s, we body you dudes 
We robbin` you, dealin` death and you outta ya shoes 
Who`s on first, now who`s on second? 
I`m on third, I`m not playin`, them Ninas got `em all prayin` 
God please save me, them Brooklyn niggaz, they all crazy 
Both eyes hazy, now who the fuck want it? 
We gamblin` grands, me and my mans 
We got the block on watch for them D`s in them vans 
Now that`s my word, that`s my word 
Twenty a gram, fuck that, thirty a bird 
Flip somethin`, respect The Juks 
This here`s supposed to happen 
Now who the fuck wanna start rappin`? Then start rappin` 
 
[Outro: Timbo King] 
Let`s get this money 
Divide it by the group 
Divide by life niggaz 
On the grind, block for block 
Whatever, whatever 
Fort Knox, Knock, Knock, nigga 
Timbo King, my nigga Dev One on the track 
Definite on the Internet 
Definitely, yeah, yeah 
Bring it back..
 

Другие песни Timbo King f Masta Killa :

Armored Truck