Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freestyle Pt. 1, artist - Nu JerZey Devil. Album song BWS Radio, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Freestyle Pt. 1 |
Aiyyo whassup Game |
This the biggest boss in New York, Nas |
Whattup my nigga I love what you doin out there man |
New York got’chu, Queensbridge got’chu |
Do the damn thing |
We’ll probably do some shit that’ll scare the shit outta y’all |
Nas y’all |
Money Over Bitches, yeah |
Watch it, when I hop out, 38 and a knockout |
The studio on lockout like the day they let 'Pac out |
Back to drop out, store the blockout |
Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out |
Grind 'til I clock out, tick tock out |
Shake shakin them haters off, runnin a hot route |
Get my Mike Williams on, homey do not doubt |
#1 in Southern Cal', knowhatI’mtalkinbout? |
Suckers up top on, shut 'em out of the pros |
But runnin the fo'-fo' open them do’s |
Run and gun how I 'em them shows |
When they see he can ball, let the cold flow open them hoes |
I’m here, so go against my arrival is suicidal |
Homicidal dynamic certifiedal my mob or die crew |
You niggas been lied to, we the best that did it |
Since Big was wit it and don’t forget it (M.O.B.) |
(«It's the real.») Money Over Bitches, the new edition |
(«This. is a DJ Ski exclusive») |
(«The real.») Money Over Bitches, and we the new edition |
(«Hip-Hop.») |
Yeah, yeah, it’s the mob nigga, ha ha |
Ay Tec I get these G-Unit niggas trippin |
Talkin shit 'bout niggas like they can’t come up missin |
Ay look I’m here so you don’t get the story twisted |
When I catch him slippin I’ma gun him down homey pay attention |
You niggas fin' to pay a visit, with readmission |
What’chu know about cemetaries and morticians? |
Know dat, can’t run or escape like lo-jacks |
With bullets that I aim cock spit and throw back |
I’m Mr. Lemonhead on your block in a gold 'llac |
Escaped from Death Row so stop askin where Suge at |
You niggas need your minerals, vitamins, three chemicals |
Lyrically invincible spittin repeated principles |
I’m killin you, I ain’t feelin you meanin a war |
Cause when we mob through the door, e’rybody on the floor |
It’s the mob |