Текст (слова) песни: Low Profile Gangsters - Beat Up

 
What`s up dog 
What`s up ey 
What`s up perro 
Yeah 
I run with the real ones 
Simon 
Hey drop that shit holmes 
 
[Chorus x2: Frank V] 
If you a sucker on the streets you`re getting beat up 
If you a sucker in jail you`re PC`d up 
And we don`t stop riding till the homies is free`d up 
We g`d up from the feet up 
 
[Royal T] 
Are you a real gangster, a real shooter 
Or just a prankster, cyber banger on your computer 
Motherfucking phony, ese you don`t know me 
Only true blue can hang with real homies 
Ese you get trapped up and slapped up 
Drag your ass the the woods, you get wrapped up and capped up 
Low Pro run the streets so, who you telling 
After your death maybe your shit will start selling 
 
[Lil` Rob] 
Hey homeboy why you wanna start shit, I`ll shoot up your apartments 
And if I go out, I`ll make sure I go out like Vargas 
Fighting to the finish, Lil` Rob the sickest 
Fucking up the program, cold like a snowman 
Making you say oh man, slow you down like a slow jam 
Leave you walking like an old man 
I`ve got the formula, the formula to be destroying ya 
Bullet holes all over ya, nice knowing ya 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
[Frank V] 
Holla at your boy Frank V when I`m rolling through your area 
But not too loud cuz you know that I carry a 
Four five auto, rich like lotto 
The world is mine, or at least that`s my motto 
Chrome rims spinning, hoodrats grinning 
Jesus piece around my neck but I can`t stop sinning 
Little homey I`m a true blue, I thought you knew fool 
No cards I can`t pull, no hoods I can`t shoot through 
Big pimping you never thought could exist 
Low Pro on my chest, Frank V on my wrist 
Where you`re at I`ve been, where I`m at you`ll never be 
There`s other rappers in this bitch but ain`t none like me 
Cuz I`m a shining star, ese fuck who you are 
You got thugs in your car, I`ll put slugs in your car 
You got plaques on your wall, I`ll put your backs on the wall 
I`ll subtract all of y`all, I`ma ball till I fall 
 
[Chorus x2] 
 
[True Breed] 
Low Profile, SD 619 
This California hustle make me California grind 
Getting mine, so we don`t waste nobody`s time 
Pick up my pants and tuck away my black nine 
Hard rhyme, that`s all I got shaking up your spot 
Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops 
You wanna be a G, wanna be just like me 
Face the consequences, stay sucker free 
 
[Bandit] 
I keep it gangster loc, my life for the cash 
Dumping shots at fools until their heads hit the dash 
Doing dirt, put it work on these LA streets 
Bringing real with my steel as I blast my heat 
Getting high, born to ride cuz that`s the way shit goes 
Got fools all around just to let you know 
Phat Bandit keep it cracking, keep pushing the keys 
For player hation, home invasion trying to stop my G`s 
 
[Chorus x2]
 

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