Текст песни Flesh - Mark Angel's Made Inside The Flesh Remix - Axkan

All these niggas runnin′ round like they some shooters
See me in real life ain't tough on they computers
Disrespect Duwop is like I gotta do ′em
Glo Gang, when we pull up kill you about the mula

Bitch we from Chiraq not from Philly
For Big Glo we pour out Henny
And bitch we headed to your city
Just to unload all these 50's
Bitch we invading any city
Don't fuck with G′s, my niggas with me
I ain′t spending no cash on no fucking ring
Bitch I'ma buy a Johnny, what the fuck you think?
And we ain′t riding in no two doors
Free T Slick and free my daddy out the you know
If a nigga play crazy then I'll kill them dead
Your honor just give me my sentence, send me to the feds
Cuz how we grew up it′s no telling, killers move in silence
Don't be yelling, show me you commit that violence
In the state we ain′t stopping for the troops
Shout out Jump Out Gang them my dudes
Don Nitty, what it do?
Tadoe been trapping like a fool
In LA with the tool
Now just hit Chicago, had it too
Run up on me wrong, you gon' make the news
I paid 8 huncho for these shoes
Sat in that box for a few
Be my gun case, I will lose
Started shooting toting with the crew
Pipe on my hip like it's glued

I just got a brand new burner
I just got a brand new burner

All these niggas snitching, got this shit fucked up
Man what happened to the game? They got itfucked up
If I can′t hang with you my nigga, then that′s tough love
Bitch finessing, and we jugging you out the plug
Bitch I'm 2Pac above the rim
Ain′t going out like Mitch did at the end
Bitch I'm getting money, ain′t got time for friends
Cuz friends too sneaky, plot on me I'll kill them dead

You know how I′m rockin' man
Like cut off stockings man
Keep kush in my pocket
All designer, get your grind up nigga

Niggas woofing pull up on 'em
Guns they sing like Cee Lo
Wherever we go need no people
Guns we need like 3 more
Fucking bitches, sliding in foreigns, my jewelry got peed on
On the block, taking bandos, ain′t no snitch like Nino
Bitch we blowing up the spot, we ain′t use no C-4
You niggas free throws
Y'all too easy, and his girl′s a zero
Pull up on him with that 3-O
Let off, now its zero
I'm a monster with this 4-0 nigga not no hero
You niggas funny like Spongebob and Squidward
Stitch and Lilo
You rappers fu
And ain′t got no deal
My neck a kilo
I got this Mike Vick on me nigga
Herb got Dan Marino
He said he said he wanna smoke with me
Nigga, we shall see though
And I got Big Glo on my Timbs
Nigga like the facts not no rims

And we play with choppers, FN's, Automatics
He been dissing on the Gram
I catch him in traffic
Lets see this nigga, pull up on him
And lets touch his (?)
When we bailing out them cars
Lets see if he grab it
This Glock got him running out his shoes
I got into guns that′s why I left the school
Cuz I ain't had shit to do
They like "That's Capo with that tool"
Ain′t got no deal but I′m boom
Feds ran in the spot won't shit but residue
We been sent them crystals
Border got them through
Ain′t saying no more man I'm through
Cuz Hip-Hop police man they listening
Man they trying to catch us copping, sending chickens
Me and my niggas ain′t no snitching
Draw out the hit delete the witness
I just spent some cash on a burner
I catch yo ass then you getting murdered

I just spent some cash on six 40 Glocks
My youngin Sixty ran through like 40 opps
Smoking dead opps out the his-ouse
Bitch, you ain't sucking dick you gotta bis-ounce
Get the fuck up out my his-ouse
And I′m from Chiraq with the East and with the sis-outh
Toting this 30 let it stick out
Up this motherfucker, shoot you in your mis-outh

I just got a brand new 50
I'm headed to a brand new city