Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blowin It Up, artist - Black Attack. Album song On The Edge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.04.2010
Record label: SCOREmusic
Song language: English
Blowin It Up |
Check it, check it now |
Come on |
The real game — sex with little kids |
Word is out that it’s good for the biz |
Demand is high, supply is low |
You need mo' sex and got no mo' hoes |
Where do you go? |
Down to the corner store |
You need more loot, got your bow for |
Little girl who don’t know no better |
You don’t give a shit you only focused on the cheddar |
Money makes a nigga do crazy things |
Just drug 'em out on cocaine |
Taught 'em hive of slang |
The booty back and forth like a prostitutes |
12 years old and the knocking the boots |
Like professionals who to be profitable |
Took ‘em from the playground Made ‘em top notch hoes |
Broke ‘em off some crumbs, relieved ‘em like drums |
Had ‘em begging like bums cause ya wouldn’t give ‘em none |
Heartless |
We are livin' in darkness |
In a world so heartless |
We are livin' in blindness, in blindness yeah |
Heartless |
We are livin' in darkness |
No matter where you’re from |
No matter how ya come |
Cross the wrong path and you will get done |
Ain’t no love just pain |
No sun only rain |
Had a big effect on a young brother’s brain |
It’s time to initiate |
No place to be |
Figure in order to get up |
Ya got come straight to the niggas, yeah |
And pass the test |
Ya gotta show those motherfuckers that you’re heartless |
Slap the clip in the nine ya jump in the ride |
Headed straight down for McCartha drive |
Ya pull-ups low, hit the lights down low |
Hopin' you don’t see nobody you know |
Not knowing what to do to impress the crew |
Ya see a little old lady about 62 |
Bla-bla-blasted that ass |
The bitch is under the ground |
Ya put your foot to the gas |
And haul ass |
Straight up to seem |
Crass pitchin' hard with a gangster Lee |
At the age of 21 a criminal mind at it’s peak |
Just walkin' down the street still is trouble I see |
Gamblin, girls, go — it’s all for fun |
Got my boy AC to do a small run |
Dreaming' of vice, cold-blooded and nice |
You may see me once, but never twice |
Wait a minute — this ain’t no dream |
It’s the heartless life, floor it |
And it’s all about the dream |
Do what I mean and mean what I say |
But don’t try to be like no toy |
‘Cause I’m not for play |
And if it’s trouble you see |
Then see used for fine |
Death in a twine with a criminal mind |
Thugs and drugs and niggas who take slugs |
Me and state colder than a bug in a rug |
The things I do and the things I say |
Make it hard on me to live another day |