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72Nd & Central

72Nd & Central

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Длительность: 4:54
Год: 2005
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Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John, John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, just
Could you sign this for me, please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks, thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks, thanks
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!

"Yo! Yo!"
"Is he alright!?"
"Ay someone call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"
"Who did it!?"
Word, uh
Set it down dawg, word

One by one

Rule one up in this bitch for real
Roll with a couple niggas like Dave SeVille
'Cause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scilla nigga, uhh

Two by two

Your bucket is clean, you riding mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (Gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!

Three one three

Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" - Sun-Tzu
In the jungle, stay humble or stumble and fumble
'Til death inside a rumble

Four by four

Rule four better get this down
Before niggas go beef, better have that four-pound (Uh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uh, uh

Five by five

Niggas connive, I thought you knew it
Your mane there setting you up, nigga you blew it
Told him what you doing, nigga you're ruined
You ain't knowing?

Six, six, six

The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land
When you got knocked, yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and put your metals in cans

Seven by seven

Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
'Cause we'll have some niggas up in yo' apartment
Jumping outta places where it's real dark at, uh

Eight by eight

You're carrying weight, hey but wait
A lot of hungry niggas know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
Before you're sprayed nigga

Nine by nine

I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb
'Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm

Ten reasons, nine Glock's, eight shots
Seven cops, six dropped on five blocks (for sure!)
Three cousins, too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get it whole, three niggas, one soul (for sure!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all

Nine by nine

Oh, I'm not real 'cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga, get your whole block killed
Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you
When not in my head, the life will lose you nigga

Eight by eight

You lay at your wake, you was played
Slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days

Seven by seven

Rule seven, something you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
'Cause they'll put something up into your cerebellum
Proof, you better tell 'em

Six by six

Assume it's only for conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga, the 38 and dip
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a 38 ain't got clips

Five by five

Niggas be live before they die
'Til the test the wrong animal, then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playing the tough guy
That's yo' life

Four by four

For all you niggas think this rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak
I put my fucking heart into this shit that I wrote
You muthafuckers on some dope?

Three by three

Watch who near you, focus on your rearview
Outta life, yo' the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of Grand Theft Auto 3

Two by two

Trust no one when you're getting them
Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious niggas stay jealousy driven
Niggas need to be listening

One by one

It's one reason why I still let you breathe
It's one reason why the fucking Tec won't squeeze
It's one reason why you ain't gone like N Sync
That's 'cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo

Ten reasons, nine Glock's, eight shots
Seven cops, six dropped on five blocks (for sure!)
Three cousins, too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get it whole, three niggas, one soul (for sure!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all (Ten jewels!)