Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Maniacs, artist - Giggs. Album song Walk in da Park, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SN1
Song language: English
More Maniacs |
| No man can speak to my squad |
| Fam I’ll squeeze off a shot |
| Let you reasoning with God |
| Still Pecknarmed off, I ain’t leaving the block |
| Got the black bandana plus the P on my top |
| The black hammer don’t freeze on the job |
| Make a bitch nigga scream from the shop |
| Fling down my ting then breeze off the spot |
| Keep it on a low, don’t speak to the cops |
| Niggas best fear when the gun rise |
| I don’t wanna see tears in your dumb eyes |
| Have a nigga in the air when the slugs fly |
| You don’t wanna be there if the gun sky |
| In a different league, done with the dumb knives |
| Fuck a dumb hype, load up on dumb lives |
| So don’t make me have to roll up on dumb guys |
| 'Cause I dump nice, leave your body slumped right |
| Packaging white |
| Packaging white |
| Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight |
| Matic’s in sight |
| Matic’s in sight |
| Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight |
| The first move I went on ended up a bloodbath |
| I’ve been on murder scenes, I know you niggas heard of me |
| Shower crew rider, strap supplier |
| Dodged shots last week blood I’m a true survivor |
| Kill for the game, I never kill for the fame |
| It’s nuttin to a G, he’s walking dead what a shame |
| I swim in dangerous waters |
| Man would’ve got life if feds never caught us |
| Trust I would have pitched the … |
| Ask Spenkid, I’m sick on the works |
| I’m a real G, and I will squeeze |
| Rappers wish they could be |
| Just like me, but no you’re not like me |
| I’m in the spot with Giggs, Dubz and Boost |
| I’ve got my gun in the booth |
| Most niggas run from the truth |
| Here’s some real rappers |
| Certified kidnappers |
| Young Spray, Hollowman |
| Feds wanna follow man |
| Packaging white |
| Packaging white |
| Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight |
| Matic’s in sight |
| Matic’s in sight |
| Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight |
| Move even scattier now |
| Got yutes in the traphouse packaging brown |
| Trafficking south, slapping in rounds |
| Straps, niggas know I’ve got the fattest in town |
| Sitting down till the drugs come |
| Then have niggas running out there on drug runs |
| Stay out till the sun comes |
| I’ve got the cocaine mountains, you want some? |
| Let him lie bleeding |
| Greazy, that’s the way that I’m feeling |
| Motherfuckers wanna better my squeezing |
| You didn’t hear? |
| Put the red and white leads in |
| I’ve got a move for the evening |
| Hot chick and she’s down for the beating |
| So I ease in, then I’m leaving |
| Jump in the vehicle put the keys in |
| Packaging white |
| Packaging white |
| Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight |
| Matic’s in sight |
| Matic’s in sight |
| Look to the left of me, the matic’s in sight |