paroles de chanson The Come Up - Guru feat. Kapital Ganz & Kareem.com

Steve Stone, Steve Stone
Left Gunn, Left Gunn
Baldhead Slick, what up?

You might find me in a green Range Rover with a mean hangover
But niggaz know when Stone hit the scene, game over
You cats wanna dance, I'll let the heat sing for ya
Then beat the murder case with first string lawyer

I'm the worst thing for ya, a thug in the flesh
If youse a nigga but you bitch, I'll put a slug in ya dress
If you think you got wiz, put your luck to the test
But you could catch somethin' hot, tryna fuck with the S

I got dimes to suck me off and let me nut on they breast
Can you say that? No, wait, hold up, lemme repeat it
Can you cats say that shit and really mean it?
I'm at the spot gettin' treated, while you vets gettin' heated

Like the scrub that you are, little fuck that you are
Before the deal, I still had dubs like a star
My crew recognized at the clubs and the bar
Son of y'all and you still gotta love who we are

Yo, goin' from broke
Went from rocks and the coats, to choppers and boats
At this year's parade, I'll have a spot on the float
Penthouse with a pitch ready to aim for the do'

Movie screen with the voice activated remote
See I'm finished makin papi rich, coppin' his coke
Next time he see me, I'm like "He better savor ya throat"
Sorry, amigo, but a nigga like me, need dough

Fuck it, I'll burn the and come back on a yacht
Y'all the type of cats think shit's sweet when it's not
Bring the heat when it's cool, bring the ice when it's hot
Niggaz confused, I'm just tryna help you tally ya dues

And rally ya crews and end up in a alley with goons
See when it come to the cash, I be on the worst shit
Roll up on you in a hoop, bumpin' Biggie first shit
Gimme loot, gimme loot and don't try to get cute

Nobody keep cash in they pocket nigga, empty ya boots
Too many niggaz got the game twist, poppin' they Cris'
And rockin' they wrist and end up gettin' robbed in the bricks
I'm stoppin' this shit, Gunn's on the top of ya list

And I'ma lock it up in uniform or plain clothes
I play hoes from chicken heads, to may hoes
And I'ma travel to the end, spendin' yen and pesos

Yo, this one's for my niggaz comin' up, what the fuck?
Pull them niggaz out they truck and tell 'em to give it up
Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up
Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up

Comin' through, holdin' it down, controllin' the town
Wondered if I was nice, yeah, you knowin' it now
I do my thing, bitch, way past chains and rings, bitch
Time to real dough, time for you to sing, bitch

Call the fat lady, game over, reign's over
Your Willy status and success and fame's over
Stone and two Gunns came over, to bless some shit with the God
Guess what, my dogs just pissed on your lawn

Flipped on you pawns, just 'cuz you was kickin' it wrong
And don't ask me for advice 'cuz I ain't diggin' ya song
Time to straighten it out, we takin' the clout
Fuck a short career, listen y'all I'm spacin' it out

Tristate niggaz, some of the illest y'all hear
Illest ya meet, yeah, some of the realest ya fear
Fuck the truth, I'm concealin, y'all and stealin, all queers
Since y'all niggaz slept on me, I ain't feelin, your tears

I like to pinpoint a sucka like a country on a map of the globe
Get it to some gangsta shit, watch 'em clap then he fold
Enter my zone, soon get smothered with mase
I'm on the block, who run the streets is watchin', I cover my face

I'm bubblin' papes, my son grew to smugglin' napes
So we jugglin' cakes and from ya shorty, I'm lovin' the face
I'm huggin' the block, my big dogs, they thuggin' the block
In my hood, fuck runnin' nigga 'cuz we tustle with cops

Real Picasso, write rhymes, visualize
Spit raps on how to survive on family ties
Rock a no-name sweater with a Iceberg tee-shirt under it
Leather seats in my Nova and fifty G's, I'm comin' wit

Next day, I come through, I'm dipped in the Armani jumpsuit
Hard top hummer, sunroof big enough to jump through
Nigga, what? I don't care if you in the tux
I'll put the Eagle to ya gut and tell you to give it up

This one's for my niggaz comin' up, what the fuck?
Pull them niggaz out they truck and tell 'em to give it up
Stick him up, if he play fair, pick him up
Otherwise, it's some other guy's job to dig him up

Yo, this one's for my niggaz comin' up, what the fuck?
Pull them niggaz out they truck and tell 'em to give it up
Stick him up