paroles de chanson 100 Stacks - Statik Selektah feat. JFK & Strong Arm Steady
Yea
A
1-2
a
1-2
Here
we
go
Check
it
out
It
was
a
crime
to
rhyme,
so
funny
to
some
rappers
Spittin,
tryna
collect
that
bill,
money
and
sums
Revolving
a
gun,
them
problems
come
Call
the
party,
someone's
son
Damn
you
guys
were
both
so
young
Where
I'm
from
you
catch
the
whole
case
Autopsy
photos
in
your
cell,
seen
his
whole
face
No
you
ain't
got
no
day
all
because
life's
probay
Under
one
now,
tryna
catch
that
cold
case
Shit
got
real,
now
you
feelin
goofy
In
the
club
hanging
with
Puki,
listen
Dooky
Life
is
spooky,
that
molly
turn
to
cooky
Think
you're
Bruce
Lee,
find
yourself
and
lose
teeth,
what's
beef
Here
today,
gone
today
where
I
play
Yea
that
song
play
Amazing
Grace,
yea
that's
what
I
call
a
long
day
Hey
we
go
this,
I
pursue
it
Get
down
with
ODB,
become
an
opportunist,
word
to
the
truest
Yea,
first
you
owe
me
now
you
don't
know
me
Yea,
fallacy,
yea
the
fake
and
phony
For
a
6 kill
a
Joe,
a
nigga
joke
on
it
Word
to
DZA,
yea
my
Harlem
crowning
Yes,
the
daddy
mac
macaroni
On
the
Macintosh,
medium
lady
matrimony
Funked
on
me,
watch
the
world,
I
hose
on
it
And
reflect
on
life
lessons
my
granny
told
me
Totally
toughed
out,
supposed
to
be
on
it
In
the
precint
yelling,
telling
the
whole
story
Yea,
raiders
of
the
lost
ark
found
glory
In
the
open
territory
to
teleport
me
Hah,
taking
notes
to
the
testimony
Seein
Tony
tote
Tony
Black
California
Homie
seen
me,
deed
me
and
I
see
it
counts
Have
been
withdrawn,
nigga
don't
leave
me
out
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