Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do You Believe, artist - The Beatnuts.
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Do You Believe |
Ayo, it’s ill when I’m heated how my heart stay cold |
Write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode |
Now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul |
First time I shot a gun duke, I was 12 years old |
But since then, I’ve never put it down my friend |
She go to war when I tell her |
Fuck a who, why, when, til the end |
Indeed its good to have and not need |
Even better when you can shoot back and not bleed |
Take heed, poppin like an El full of seed |
My team is gettin bigger, got more mouths to feed |
Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice |
It got to do with lots of money and it ain’t nothin nice |
It ain’t nothin nice |
Ay, you believe in God? |
You do, tell him to save you |
Cause me and these niggas here |
We ain’t tryin to pay you |
Regardless of the fact that its close to home |
I gotta finish your life, so I can start my own |
My own nigga |
Ayo, my audios guaranteed to lift the audience |
It was that time again |
So we gathered up 40 men |
40 ounces, trees burning, heads bouncin |
Dollars is the mission |
Sittin in the yoga position |
Isolate my mind from your bitchin |
Pulp fiction |
Lose you in the mix in |
Lets get this poppin, lock down the top 10 |
Knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid |
Yeah, you know how we comin' |
Raw grooves with the funky drum drummin' |
And when my song goes off |
You’ll still be hummin' |
Noddin' your head, or singin my chorus |
The after midnight feen |
The 4 in the morning blunt feen |
Peelin dutches |
Fill em in like taco shells |
Willing judges |
Wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat |
Pointin gats like remotes |
At cats with federal notes |
Tossin bodies off boats |
Our own nigga, our own |