Текст песни The Hill - Big Baz

Yeah
Yeah
Ready for cream I made it right
Just in time
Yeah

I'm from the hill
Where the young niggas playing with the steel
And my old block niggas probably lay you in this field
On this hill
I suggest you should chill cuz for them bills if a nigga real
He blow your brains thru your fucking grill
So keep still or hear them nines when I bump it
Your girl a shed a tear then blow me off just like a trumpet
Nigga I don't even got to spray the nine my man will dump it
Then my other man will dump it then my other man will dump it yeah
Cats better get far when the nickel spray
Bullets leave holes like a death squad when they ricochet
27 straight thru your Kevlar when I get the Kay
You try to break away like a cashier I make em pay
I'm the nigga in the lamb that be fronting
Bitches always call me conceited but no I'm not stunting
They always call me to beat it but no I'm not cuffing
They want me up in their gutting like its stove top stuffing ahh
But I'm a bigger man
I'm doing bigger things
Counting bigger bucks driving bigger trucks in them bigger lanes
Buying bigger chains fucking thicker sluts getting sicker brain
I want the bigger frames want the bigger house want the bigger name
I'm doing interviews in Lacoste
I'm in street wars with all my Jews like the holocaust
I'll be honest dog see I'm a g but I'm a honest boss
Cross my kindness dog better skip town and find the lord
You fucking with the brand new messiah
You fucking with the black Jedidiah
The one who do it cocky that's giving you all this fire
I did it like Kanye west and spit it all thru the wire
BAZ

Let me tell you where I'm from
Where I'm from you either in or you out son
Where I'm from where slang or bang is the outcome
Where I'm from the favorite game is about funds
It's the hill
Where I'm from yup yup the hill
Where I'm from yup yup the hill
Where I'm from yup yup the hill
Where niggas keep it real motherfuckers

It's not a block I can't lock
It's not a brick I can't handle
It come to making the money
I take the brick and dismantle take the rock
And make it roll into a flip I could handle
I used to be in the Bando
A leash of keys like piano a soprano
They thinking bout the wall if it get rectified
I'm thinking if your boy straight blessed and why
Hoes screaming basil leaving em sexualfied
Let em suck on the tool bust off then let the weapon fly
My war guys is all riding don't think cheap
For a couple stacks have you niggas buried in thin sheets
I sped off I let that nigga and his mens speak
Then I sent a bullet to rearrange all that mans teeth
Sheesh
I used to stay up in the tabernacle
Pray the lord forgive me then go and get me a Snapple apple
They all was with me the ballers with me I had to grapple
The fact of me skating to the top of this magic apple

Let me tell you where I'm from
Where I'm from you either in or you out son
Where I'm from where slang or bang is the outcome
Where I'm from the favorite game is about funds
It's the hill
Where I'm from yup yup the hill
Where I'm from yup yup the hill
Where I'm from yup yup the hill
Where niggas keep it real motherfuckers