Текст (слова) песни: Rasaq f Chamillionaire, Lew Hawk - Be True 2 It

 
(*talking*) 
Ghetto Status mayn, yeah 
Koopa, know I`m talking bout 
An underground soldier baby 
Military mayn, hey 
 
[Chamillionaire] 
230 thousand dollas not a lot to Rasaq, get out your clock 
And time how long it take em, to finish building my spot 
I`m the hottest the South has got, if you think Chamillion is not 
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your mouth is locked 
Some look up to Pac, and some look up to The Rock 
But short is something I`m not, so I don`t look up a lot 
You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks 
When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop 
I`m not gon knock a nigga, for trying to look like he doing it 
Be true to it, if you say you doing it and ain`t doing it 
Then you will get exposed, you know that I`m gonna ruin it 
It`s foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool with it 
I`ma expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz 
No brain in your head, cause your head hollow ass niggaz 
All you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass niggaz 
I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than Jigga`s ass niggaz 
Yep, the tool is kept 
But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to death 
Don`t get it mixed up, my chips up I`m glued to checks 
Don`t get it switched up with the chicks, cause I`m smooth as Heff 
Yep and it ain`t nothing better, than money and hoes 
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of em`s hoes 
Two different types of green, yep then one of em grows 
Ok both of em grow, but for me it`s money from shows, yep 
 
It`s the King, Koopa 
Hey, hey, hey 
 
[Lew Hawk] 
I need a six foot dime, that`s gon ride for me 
The type of broad if it`s heat, she gon lie for me 
Stash cake for me, when it`s HPD 
On my trail trying to see, how the crew get down 
22`s on the Coupe, that`s how the crew get down 
Uptown, that`s where them niggaz play with K`s and tech`s 
And dump your body in them streets, if it`s disrespect 
Different sets on channel six, keep these hoochies wet 
Different sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check 
I make checks from killa flows, that I spit on tour 
Coming straight from the heart, from the pain I endure 
Locked up in a cage, with no sun for days 
Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark days 
They say, that sixty grams`ll get you two for six 
The sixty grams in my clip, can get your wrist on lit 
Bracelets with them karats, sparkling nice 
Looking like you stuck your fist, in a block of ice 
But take advice from a hustla, the cops is sick 
I pop a snitch, it`s niggaz on the block that snitch 
I`m trying to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mix 
I stay in the mix hitting licks, cause my grinding to fix 
Better fix your frame without, when you speaking on us 
It`s the triple C Click, and they can`t fuck with us 
 
Uh, Lew Hawk, uh 
 
[Rasaq] 
It`s the young Hooligan, who could fool with him 
I kill beats on they two, like this is a pen 
Don`t make me click-clack, and reload again 
Leave your ears are opening, the size of rolling rims 
Mouth full of ammo, the black Rambo 
Do they want me to spit for em, Cham (man, no) 
And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a land so 
Watch where you stand, oh 
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the hand slow 
The sun will pack in gold, they know 
Matter of fact, the flow is so damn hot 
I gotta come out the throwback, Ast-ro 
Chickens happen to know, how we rap at the show 
That`s why they the first to come, and the last to go 
She the first to come, you the last to know 
Can I get her ass to go, nigga 
 
Uh-huh, Cha-Military mayn
 

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