Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Retreat, artist - Pacewon. Album song Won, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2002
Record label: Rufflife
Song language: English
No Retreat |
| Yo. |
| huh. |
| yo |
| Roc-A-Blok, yo, Pacewon! |
| Yo. |
| yo. |
| Outsidaz in the house, huh |
| Ruffhouse in the house, yo |
| Who else in the house, yo |
| Let 'em know. |
| Pacewon! |
| Yo yo yo. |
| Roc-A-Blok, yo |
| Yo yo yo, yo! |
| Huh! |
| Yo! |
| All y’all call on me like Bell Atlantic |
| Pack a four-four, got weed and never panic |
| Bout to blow up like a comet hit the planet |
| Hold it down singlehanded; |
| Pacewon got the pen play |
| Tag my name like El Da Sensei |
| Ballin like the Nets, representin NJ! |
| Wednesday, I’m out on the block, servin you ten ways |
| I’m large and niggas rubbin it in, like it was Ben*Gay |
| Cop an ounce you roll the whole damn thin, I’m a sess-head |
| Your best friend a hydro connect from the West End |
| Destined to be a legend; |
| pack a nine millimeter |
| Weapon three to seven, keep the people steppin |
| Huh, hah! |
| That’s the way of the world |
| Play and get hurt, deal with the way that it work |
| One day you be on top eatin a BLT |
| The next day you be broke like TLC |
| Roll on ya block, handle y’all, battle y’all |
| Take you out, put you in my catalogue |
| When goin to war, better remember |
| No retreat, no surrender |
| Yo, yo; |
| cool ass cats get hit with mad pressure |
| Honey got caught cheatin, her man left her |
| Used to be a dimepiece, now she a heffer |
| Eatin mad ice cream, drinkin Dr. Pepper |
| Think she got the virus, scared to get a checkup |
| And even if she found out, it still wouldn’t affect her |
| She’d kiss you and let you give her hickies from the neck up |
| And let you hit the sugar walls off with no protector |
| Niggas go against me and get they neck cut |
| Fear the son of man, livin, cashin checks, what? |
| I work for the goods I receive |
| Only by the sweat of thy brow will you eat |
| In my hood it’s mad people, deep crews in Regals |
| They got tints too dark to see through |
| Hebrews own every store, they be hasslin the people |
| Used to be coke sniffers, moved up to diesel |
| Too much heron could be lethal |
| You could tell a fiend those six words, they don’t believe you |
| If you never heard me before, here’s a preview |
| Used to be goodie two-shoes, returned evil! |
| I’m settin war off, tell your Senator |
| No retreat, no surrender |
| . |
| yo, yo, and let me take this time to say |
| Roc-A-Blok, Pacewon, we representin! |