Letra de Cypher
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(featuring Kent M$NEY, Audio Push, B Mac The Queen, Schoolboy Q, Casey Veggies, Xzibit, Rick Ross, Method Man, Red Man and Raekwon)
(Verse)
And I say one for the money, three for the show,
Roll up, cause we know that all the bad bitches smoke.
Your competition is past fictional,
Get in stop like a bad pictural, magnifical.
These niggers is getting old, my team’s too strong,
Kevin knows, take your watches on, I’m the new dawn.
And the only problem I know is rhyme flow,
Put me on a court with the opposition and I’ll score.
Try not to use cash, so my check’s on for purpose,
Everytime I sign for a blessing I use my cursing
Got scruffs on my ten sort dollar, so it was worth it,
Cocaine white suits to your angel before we mark him
Hard for the work, niggers, eyes let of work
I got a bitch and I ain’t cashing before 40, let it turn.
Nothing changed, rain jamming at your frame, nigger,
And the clothes get the rain with the fame nigger.
Prices torn don’t wrap the code like DaVinci, no nigger tame me,
Generational curse, attracting whiskey till it was empty.
Drive eyes off that photo, hundred dreams of an empty
Pocket full of a dead white man, I pray to master don’t linch me.
Step your game up, your wife, does she been around
I text her after crack of dawn, tap tap and the sing is done
My granny momma cause my sister’s room was up in that track
Is them drugs up on my counter, no mamma, that’s simalax.
I just pull up thirty k to ankle front,
See I came up from the bottom, I may get everything I want.
See the homies on the holla, I won’t change, I want my blunt,
So now we have to eat, cause we be starving days of month.
Since is the must that we can trust, nobody but us, be ready to bus,
Since you come, but I comprise that this ain’t what you want
See, I do this shit for fun, screaming HS87 till I’m done.
Now I’m done.
Stop the beat, here comes the strutter,
Grab your popcorn, grab your water,
Grab your daughter cause she watching cause I start like it’s the part
See, I’m born here like a man, finger on the trigger,
Got money all in my pocket, on my IE nigger name
Wu-Tang, that nigger I tend to be exact,
You hope to hear from a real nigger one day, well this is that.
I got that crack and I got that ex on me
RK and I got my bat on me, Tony Montana gave them that rack.
It’s just 87, nigger, that’s that, I’m gone.
No need for me for getting involved,
You be hit with a bat wrapped in a cloth.
Bring some blind shades and fades,
Everybody on the floor in a cave.
My young gliggidy glock out of my stick ready intact
Can’t wrap me in a bag, I’m corn pop,
You wrote so I mend it with a rock,
Gotta hustle, I won’t stop.
Wash your hands before you shake mine,
You was talking shit, I heard it through your great vain,
Yet, is a lot of poppers on the sideline,
So the young baller had to go baseline.
I’m a black nigger with money like Akon,
You met the squad with it, I say hey quad,
Peace and grass, live and grow, that’s my day job,
Young Veggies attract hoes like a Tray song.
California, crystal ferdona manifesto,
Hit-Boy hip hop, I started on a metro.
But now I’m in that retro Ferrari tuxedo
With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like a retard.
If you’re scared get a dog or a preacher,
Get a hot spot with a bitch resembling Mona Lisa
Priceless, I’m righteous, I walk to talk,
I am Kud Cold K, you are soft and less
Cause your bite ain’t as bad as your bark
After you’re inside with the embrion I swam with the sharks.
Cause no I smell blood no boarder,
I’m taking over like the new world order.
Witness the game last floor.
Still sipping rose like cello de rose
Kilos on the Cuban link, they thought it was hoes.
Fascinated with golds, niggers’ intelligent hoes,
Before you get to crew you must get a boat.
Elevated the elevators and the walk flights
Young niggers lick shots for the mad nights.
Ride with me although the drive is tipsy,
Avoid the police so is calling 50 to get me.
Caught me talking to city, never talking to jiggy, man
I rather talk to Whitney, condolence to Barby Chrissy.
Pouring out for real like an NBA skill,
Feel a little scrappy with the steady cave grill.
And you ain’t got to ask me if it’s homicide hill
Don’t even ask me, this is homicide hit.
I’m from the era, big or small, TOC waterfalls,
Find down bags by the mini-mall.
I got your whole city locked online, this is back mine,
I be throwing ones like a titty bar.
You’re fucking with a grown man, boy,
I plug two like coins in that memo on your android.
For 10 G you can talk to the boss
In my experience I’m like Jordan in the court, nigger.
Pirates parts and guess shorts,
Yeah, we flow to the best sport.
Man, I’m underwater flipping quarters
The cold gold trap on the globe,
Like mat in the room.
Metal man cause straps in his gold,
Party villain innocent fan and blast, it was a dream,
He had this theme in the tight like skinny jeans
You know by any means we will bring the magazines out in the clap
Then down like Louis guise.
This whole rap with mean is cold in cuisine
Join the horses get on top of them and back,
I’m on a win spaceship,
Love this metharine, stepping on this way shit.
Shake your hand, blow your head up and kill the queens
The dumb ones know what they do, I’m just stop flying
And I be you when the time grind in the scenes
Remember to pledge allegiance to the team
When more reasons, more fire down and more squeezes.
And I say one for the money, three for the show,
Roll up, cause we know that all the bad bitches smoke.
Your competition is past fictional,
Get in stop like a bad pictural, magnifical.
These niggers is getting old, my team’s too strong,
Kevin knows, take your watches on, I’m the new dawn.
And the only problem I know is rhyme flow,
Put me on a court with the opposition and I’ll score.
Try not to use cash, so my check’s on for purpose,
Everytime I sign for a blessing I use my cursing
Got scruffs on my ten sort dollar, so it was worth it,
Cocaine white suits to your angel before we mark him
Hard for the work, niggers, eyes let of work
I got a bitch and I ain’t cashing before 40, let it turn.
Nothing changed, rain jamming at your frame, nigger,
And the clothes get the rain with the fame nigger.
Prices torn don’t wrap the code like DaVinci, no nigger tame me,
Generational curse, attracting whiskey till it was empty.
Drive eyes off that photo, hundred dreams of an empty
Pocket full of a dead white man, I pray to master don’t linch me.
Step your game up, your wife, does she been around
I text her after crack of dawn, tap tap and the sing is done
My granny momma cause my sister’s room was up in that track
Is them drugs up on my counter, no mamma, that’s simalax.
I just pull up thirty k to ankle front,
See I came up from the bottom, I may get everything I want.
See the homies on the holla, I won’t change, I want my blunt,
So now we have to eat, cause we be starving days of month.
Since is the must that we can trust, nobody but us, be ready to bus,
Since you come, but I comprise that this ain’t what you want
See, I do this shit for fun, screaming HS87 till I’m done.
Now I’m done.
Stop the beat, here comes the strutter,
Grab your popcorn, grab your water,
Grab your daughter cause she watching cause I start like it’s the part
See, I’m born here like a man, finger on the trigger,
Got money all in my pocket, on my IE nigger name
Wu-Tang, that nigger I tend to be exact,
You hope to hear from a real nigger one day, well this is that.
I got that crack and I got that ex on me
RK and I got my bat on me, Tony Montana gave them that rack.
It’s just 87, nigger, that’s that, I’m gone.
No need for me for getting involved,
You be hit with a bat wrapped in a cloth.
Bring some blind shades and fades,
Everybody on the floor in a cave.
My young gliggidy glock out of my stick ready intact
Can’t wrap me in a bag, I’m corn pop,
You wrote so I mend it with a rock,
Gotta hustle, I won’t stop.
Wash your hands before you shake mine,
You was talking shit, I heard it through your great vain,
Yet, is a lot of poppers on the sideline,
So the young baller had to go baseline.
I’m a black nigger with money like Akon,
You met the squad with it, I say hey quad,
Peace and grass, live and grow, that’s my day job,
Young Veggies attract hoes like a Tray song.
California, crystal ferdona manifesto,
Hit-Boy hip hop, I started on a metro.
But now I’m in that retro Ferrari tuxedo
With the pedal to the floor, got it singing like a retard.
If you’re scared get a dog or a preacher,
Get a hot spot with a bitch resembling Mona Lisa
Priceless, I’m righteous, I walk to talk,
I am Kud Cold K, you are soft and less
Cause your bite ain’t as bad as your bark
After you’re inside with the embrion I swam with the sharks.
Cause no I smell blood no boarder,
I’m taking over like the new world order.
Witness the game last floor.
Still sipping rose like cello de rose
Kilos on the Cuban link, they thought it was hoes.
Fascinated with golds, niggers’ intelligent hoes,
Before you get to crew you must get a boat.
Elevated the elevators and the walk flights
Young niggers lick shots for the mad nights.
Ride with me although the drive is tipsy,
Avoid the police so is calling 50 to get me.
Caught me talking to city, never talking to jiggy, man
I rather talk to Whitney, condolence to Barby Chrissy.
Pouring out for real like an NBA skill,
Feel a little scrappy with the steady cave grill.
And you ain’t got to ask me if it’s homicide hill
Don’t even ask me, this is homicide hit.
I’m from the era, big or small, TOC waterfalls,
Find down bags by the mini-mall.
I got your whole city locked online, this is back mine,
I be throwing ones like a titty bar.
You’re fucking with a grown man, boy,
I plug two like coins in that memo on your android.
For 10 G you can talk to the boss
In my experience I’m like Jordan in the court, nigger.
Pirates parts and guess shorts,
Yeah, we flow to the best sport.
Man, I’m underwater flipping quarters
The cold gold trap on the globe,
Like mat in the room.
Metal man cause straps in his gold,
Party villain innocent fan and blast, it was a dream,
He had this theme in the tight like skinny jeans
You know by any means we will bring the magazines out in the clap
Then down like Louis guise.
This whole rap with mean is cold in cuisine
Join the horses get on top of them and back,
I’m on a win spaceship,
Love this metharine, stepping on this way shit.
Shake your hand, blow your head up and kill the queens
The dumb ones know what they do, I’m just stop flying
And I be you when the time grind in the scenes
Remember to pledge allegiance to the team
When more reasons, more fire down and more squeezes.
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