Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vendetta, artist - AZ. Album song The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Vendetta |
| Yeah, it’s overdue right here |
| Y’all know what it is. |
| The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns |
| A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform |
| No applications for snitches, niggas, but you can join |
| Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime |
| Superiority, I can stop time |
| And I am the minority, so who can knock mines? |
| Purposely placed here on purpose to shine |
| Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind |
| Get some M’s, then gettin' to win |
| And transfer all U.S. currency for yen |
| A few friends, few next to kin |
| Yes it’s true, I flew through in that fluorescent Benz |
| Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I’m top-ten |
| Niggas gon' respect my pen |
| Survived in two droughts, two separate games |
| So I shout, «Who'll slouch, get outta my lane» |
| My homey’s homey did ten an change |
| So we set-up in Tony’s rome, and I picked out his brain |
| I explained it’s bigger game then just street nigga fame |
| Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane |
| Reachin' the next chapter of life after I mastered |
| Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards |
| Uh, yea, yeah |
| I’m reachin' for the Range doors on the truck |
| The European stitch strong in the guts |
| My nigga M3's doors liftin' up |
| Uh, Fresh sick with dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust |
| And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts |
| Light pink heavy wit strong off the cuts |
| Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut |
| And after we get finished ma knowin' you won’t cut |
| And you know I’m in the truck, and deep dishin' it |
| Fives and sixes, the kid keep kickin' shit |
| Pies of the bricks, the kid keep flippin' shit |
| I insist the stag' and seen different shit |
| Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it |
| Bubble great, ponair’s wit clean kinesh shit |
| In Duffle bags by Guc' |
| The white double-stitch on the whore that’s Emilio Puc' |
| Flow Rivers in the booth and I’m speakin' the truth |
| So listen up, young niggas cuz I’m speakin' perfuse |
| Uh, yea |
| The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls |
| Niggas scared of LL, nigga give us the ball… |
| Listen to this man |
| I want ya’ll to listen real close and real careful man |
| There ain’t seldom is niggas born wit all the five senses |
| The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close |
| Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga |
| First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game |
| You had to have be born with automatic understanding of the game from birth |
| Then you gotta be unadulterated orator |
| You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion |
| Whether it’s just talking or it’s rapping |
| Then you gotta be a law of inertia |
| Mean that once you get in motion, and you get focused |
| You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped |
| Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level |
| Some niggas got it on minor, some niggas got it on major |
| Some niggas got it on the master, master is the last level |
| Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script |
| The script… the script… the script… |
| Yo real niggas you can’t break |
| And real nigga you can’t make 'em man |
| We’ve been big niggas all of our life man |
| Answered to nobody man, and wake up |
| And go wherever the day take us man |