paroles de chanson Honor Amongst Thieves - L-Biz

Yea
I told you before it′s a dirty game out there
Whether you in the streets
Industry
Yea
Gotta watch your back
Uh
Yo

Bizzy being brilliant, I kill it when world wielding
Verb villain burn bridges when herbs visit, protect riches
Y'all can cry rivers to bitches, I got no time for whine, uh
Unless I′m cracking broads bringing cheese with mine
The feast divine, release the crime
When pieces rise, the creeds divide, and peace subsides
Thank God if you leave alive
Just lead a life that leads the blind from seas that's high
We meet with minds that change culture
Legacy builders that slay vultures and blaze potent, so stay focused
And double yo dividends, dismissing friends sending ten four to your residence
Snake niggas can Cheddar Bob
Struggling hustling find a better job
Ready for yo shot I'll toss the lob
If opportunity knocks, you better turn the knob
Or be the story that made your mother sob, that′s word to God
You make it, jackers try to take it like they Pat Bev
Extract a fraction of information and watch the rumors spread
Character assassination
Leading to mass incarceration
Making paper racists ain′t the only niggas hatin'
Keep the lid on how you eatin, thieves is quick to foil it
Barrell full of crabs, gotta raise the heat to boil it
Victory is sweet, they can′t compete, they wanna spoil it
Like Sydney Dean and Billy Hoyle, hard to see what loyal is
Yea

So you want me to turn my back on my people
I don't want you to do anything but join the team dog
Ain′t no unity, ain't no loyalty
Y′all ain't nothing but a bunch of crabs in a bucket
I'd be better off putting a bullet in my own brain

Ain′t no honor amongst thieves
No easy way to riches
Eyes on yo enemies
Learn to sniff out the snitches
And if money is yo vice
Be careful when you roll them dice
Because the price could be your life, uh

Feds at ya place like publishers clearing house
But ain′t no sweepstakes, tryna figure your whereabouts
Mom's said you gone, they continue to feel it out
That′s when she hit your phone saying son just hear me out, hello
Quickly hung up, now he on a different route
Looking for the ratatouille with the mickey mouse
That's a 50 clip, even if he miss he hit
Looking for them niggas and that Fendi Prada trendy bitch
Only thing he missed was the nigga closest to him
Shared the sandbox with him and emotions to him
Stayed on beat with each other like they was co-producing
Hit the block picked up a couple niggas that′s known for shooting
Come On
Needed no recruitment, just a couple bands
They say bands make it dance, had to take a chance
Sniffed a half a gram, let it blam, bullets hit sudan
Hit you and ya man, brakes slam, got up out that jam
Or so he thought till that court date came
Lawyer whispered in his ear while he getting arraigned
Said they got one of your boys and I think he detained
Say they got a star witness but won't give me the name, nope
Soon as he walked in, he damn near choked
Never thought his best friend would try and hang him from a rope
But he did
Now we going all out kid
And we got mad slugs to give
Stakeout the crib

Ain′t no honor amongst thieves
No easy way to riches
Eyes on yo enemies
Learn to sniff out the snitches
And if money is yo vice
Be careful when you roll them dice
Because the price could be your life, uh

This state not big enough for the two of us Johnny boy
Then I suggest you move out