Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Way, artist - Birdman. Album song 5 * Stunna, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Make Way |
| Hey! |
| See me point that gun at y'all me no play! |
| Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! |
| Me lick a shot sprayed from the set we make way! |
| Me make way! |
| Uhhh ohh no! |
| Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! |
| Me never ever ask if he come solo! |
| Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! |
| Me so poor! |
| Me come them say AYY! |
| See me point that gun at y'all me no play! |
| Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! |
| Me lick a shot sprayed from the set me make way! |
| Me make way! |
| Uhh oh no! |
| Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! |
| Me never ever ask if he come solo! |
| Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! |
| Me so poor! |
| Coca bitch! |
| Here is somethin you can't understand |
| How I can just kill a man~! |
| Shame what the mac can do, K's spit faster |
| I'll make an ass of you, save the theatrics |
| Watch like a quarter mill', chain like double that |
| I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag |
| Stunna my brother, Weezy we the syndicate |
| Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're nigga-rich |
| I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me |
| Look at all the shit I be talkin' and no one touched me |
| "Pray and pray for my downfall" |
| Big said it, so I made it rain 'til it poured |
| Speak from the heart, this emotional rap |
| Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that |
| Crack! |
| A G what the streets done made me |
| And the only language I speak is "Fuck you, pay me, bitch~!" |
| And when me come them say AYY! |
| See me point that gun at y'all me no play! |
| Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! |
| Me lick a shot sprayed from the set me make way! |
| Me make way! |
| Uhh oh no! |
| Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! |
| Me never ever ask if he come solo! |
| Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! |
| Me so poor! |
| Say pardon! |
| Bad man no take pardon |
| Peer gunshot army, dem make backup |
| A man no fear no man, man no fear no one |
| Man a real Islam, man a get down done |
| A me no hear dem talk, me eat in me car |
| Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war |
| Me I'm Babylon gangster, Hollygrove monster |
| You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya |
| Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya |
| Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya |
| Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya |
| And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killer |
| And when me come them say AYY! |
| See me point that gun at y'all me no play! |
| Me come for murder dem all the cowboy way! |
| Me lick a shot sprayed from the set me make way! |
| Me make way! |
| Uhh oh no! |
| Him 'fro so dark and him hat so low! |
| Me never ever ask if he come solo! |
| Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold! |
| Me so poor! |
| Yup! |
| Put it in the air nigga |
| Light your lighters in the air |
| This for my dead homies, yeah! |
| "Gangsta Gangsta," that's what we yellin |
| Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell 'em |
| We in the hood, getting money, we swellin |
| Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price |
| Bigger your stripes, you know what we doin tonight |
| We getting it right, we plan, they hit then flight |
| We know the rules nigga, live by none |
| Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son |
| Yeah! |
| Gangsters don't live that long |
| That's why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home |
| And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearnin |
| To walk up in a church and believe the sermon |
| But instead, I spark up and relieve the burnin |
| Hoping that he understands my reasons for it |
| No, I ain't evil, I'm equal |
| And nigga I ain't sweet, motherfucker I'm diesel! |