Текст (слова) песни: Mathematics f Buddah Bless, StreetLife - Gun Talk
[StreetLife] This is it, back in the mix and shit Verbal gymnast, watch how we flip the script Doors we split, money ain`t rebuild the click Check the real shit Niggaz die for pose in they whips Now we rich and some niggaz smelling they piss I still murder anyone of y`all fucking with this We convicts, time served with no jail visits I`m out now and if you ain`t rolling with this It`s no love, it`s no hugs, I ain`t friends with ya And you can catch a slug if the Clan say `Get Ya` Street Life do anything to get richer I`ll murder you just to put my face in your picture Why it`s like that? I don`t play with rap I got dough to stack, a whole bowl of cracks In the blocks, it`s slowing, I ain`t going back So I`m fucking with Wu when I`m bringing my gats
[multiple gun shots]
[Hook: Buddah Bless] What`s up? Is this nigga spitting off with the rules? What`s going down? Absolut till the eighty is proof What it look like? The thug `bout to get in a fight What it is? Yo it`s just the club, man it`s jumping tonight
[Buddah Bless] This is it, go `head nigga, start them shit I`ma beef on the streets with a monster click You put crills on your blills and I sponsored it Now mix a lil bit of `dro with the choco stick Crack the Dutch, roll it up nigga, spark that shit I`m bringing flame to the game, I`m an arsonist And why these cops trying to catch me? I`ma get gold on ice like Wayne Gretzky Snipe like Wesley, flows I hawk and spit I ain`t talking shit-it, walking with it Long forbid it, get lost, forget it I paid the cost and did it This a auction, bid it Y`all don`t know what I put up to get it So put up or shut up, blaze down What`s going down nigga? What up? What the blood clot? What the fuck got? Gun cocked, one shot, lung pop Lunch stop nigga like sun hot Throw guns warm, conversate arm
[Hook]
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