Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Posted Up, artist - T-Rock. Album song The Mr. Washington Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.03.2004
Record label: Worldwide
Song language: English
Posted Up |
| We posted up! |
| We posted up from the front to the back |
| We posted up! |
| We posted up blowing blunts by the packs |
| We posted up! |
| We posted up with a trunk full of gats |
| We posted up! |
| We posted up nigga you know where we at |
| I keep my money stash in the cellar |
| My life is crucial more suspense than a Stephen King seller |
| Beretta for chedda the bravest rebel living clever |
| I’ll suffer you fellas go get the bullets off the dresser |
| Never snitch under investigation |
| Loud mouths can suffocate with no resuscitation |
| I’m in a Caprice with my player partners smoking mean and drinking Vodka |
| This is the continuation of the saga running like lava |
| Gunning and robbers I’m blunted with mobsters |
| Packing choppers so sophisticated still a shortstopper |
| Constantly a dope clocker to presidentials |
| Bitches run up get their vital organs this the symbol |
| Even my mental is a rebel longer level more psychotic than the devil himself |
| Resting with death until no vessels is left |
| Betraying ruthless get 'em bat 'em toothless |
| Checking and undisputed when I spew it to refuse it, we posted up! |
| Crashed and so called assassin afraid I’m blasting |
| Axes and hatchets where the drama with the tightest clashing |
| There’s no compassion in the trail of tears |
| Drive bys and robberies I been dwelling in ATL for years |
| I slang hand to hand no procrastination |
| Worser than Candyman off of Final Destination |
| Blow it all up like Pakistan soldier desperation |
| Wipe 'em out like an avalanche no investigation |
| With slaying my customers exclusive |
| This for the players in the palms long out secluded |
| Whatever ruthless top of the line with shit that we grind like on the line |
| Glock and the nine doing the crime watch out for mine |
| Status superb assassins submerged stack up the bird |
| Attics I serve for trying the herb stacks like I serve |
| Move around from twelve making sells for mail |
| It’s all about cash clienteles supplying prevailed |
| I had no time for hiding too busy surviving |
| The way of life is adultered to death people coniving |
| Witness the evil rising alone my blood pressure |
| On to bring a suicide letters a test to be clever |
| Want me twisted on the stretcher too explicit for the chedda |
| This is for getting better now I’m gifted with Berettas |
| Since it wasn’t for this rapping God blessing me with presidents |
| God is my witness I mass up and run in your residence |
| Come with no hesitance like a thief in the night |
| And frozen movie scripts G’s who lived a secreted life, I said it |
| Bitches pathetic riding dick for the credit |
| Y’all out of hot or cold lukewarm niggas and get ejected |
| Operation locked down Glock rounds ecetera |
| Call it a cancellation gullotine’s for head of cha |
| On my square I never moved from it |
| On a planet with sinisters snitches and fools run it ebonic and blunted. |