Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Favorite Rap Stars , by - Havoc. Release date: 22.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Favorite Rap Stars |
| My niggas flippin' it all day |
| Either on the corners or up in the hallways |
| Coke from Cuba, but they got it on Broadway |
| Pitchers on the front stoop, shooters in the doorway |
| …you a marble in the jacuzzi |
| The elevator ride to the top’ll make you woozy |
| Either shootin' the Uzi or the MK |
| Starter in the game, you just get in when the bench play |
| At your door with the four, «bonjour» like the French say |
| Nigga you just plain, cut you up like a sensei |
| Take you down like the statue at Penn State |
| Get you off your feet like an Olajuwon head fake |
| Come, come, comin' with Havoc to bring the havoc |
| Lightin' the chronic, Techtronics and automatics |
| Beware of the short niggas |
| Yeah I’m cool, but I’ll motherfuckin' torch niggas |
| All along… |
| Been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs |
| Hold it for the hood, it’s money over broads |
| And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone |
| All along… |
| Been them niggas that been reppin' in your favorite rap songs |
| Hold it for the hood, it’s money over broads |
| And we hustle in the cold 'til the whole pack gone |
| I’m one in a million, diamond in the rough |
| Supplying that stuff that got every whip that I drive |
| Tough lion took steroids, olympian status |
| Gold medalling them niggas, ain’t nothin' 'bout me average |
| Cannons bigger than me, we go deaf when we shoot 'em |
| And niggas on the floor with they cerebellum oozin' |
| Every homie I brand with them featured on Gangland |
| Ice picks in pencil pockets and nines on they waistbands |
| Money over bitches, we smother then we ditch 'em |
| I’ll have 'em bag 'em up, butt-ass in the kitchen |
| I’mma leave bitches foamin' at the mouth |
| Fuck what you heard, it wasn’t drought, they lied |
| Over here it’s all the way gully |
| In the morning, answer to God’s calling |
| Snoring, I can’t afford to sleep, the cousin of death |
| The city never sleeps, so why the fuck would I rest? |
| It’s all about the motherfuckin' 'jects, Lex Diamond’s up next |
| Pull up, clap and distract you |
| Six cars away, yo, your brother in the back of the Ac' |
| I move pistols, hold 'em like infants |
| Jump out, rims, tints, guns is French, I can dent this |
| Out in Moscow Seagal style, look at the pair |
| Don’t stare when the chain is a watchtower |
| We when we comin', ain’t a Glock pulled |
| Rock the pyjama look |
| So now drama look like an eye-full |
| Coats Columbian with money in it |
| Ruthless Gotti, leather gloves on, the Wallies is blue body |
| Movin' through the dice game kickin' |
| Should have mittens on |
| Plottin' to dig in your pockets, we break niggas |
| Jumpin' in the A8's with swish men |
| Watches is Swiss, Chase Bank niggas |
| Drop you and then sprint |
| Don’t ever dare walk in front of me |
| Cold as I wanna be |
| An old nigga who pump where the money be |