Текст песни 2/5 - Jay Bel
Still
hopping
at
Newkirk
with
the
pack
on
me
Still
at
it
when
they
tried
to
turn
they
backs
on
me
It's
facts
only
the
hats
Only
NY
Im
smacked
doly
Still
with
my
niggas
like
it's
blacks
only
Don't
try
to
play
me
you'll
get
clapped
slowly
for
no
fees
And
have
them
do
you
like
you
bag
groceries
I'm
with
my
brodie
like
it's
Zack
and
Cody
Get
dragged
till
ya
tracks
showing
my
tracks
golden
You
lack
potency
I
pack
smoke
in
Hold
in
my
lungs
till
they
crack
open
You
mad
hopeless
I'm
top
rhyming
That
gat
swinging
and
stack
holding
That
pants
hanging
that
flag
showing
That
gang
banging
city
where
they
card
scamming
Them
pieces
hitting
off
the
wall
damnit
Her
titties
popping
out
the
shirt
Janet
You
can't
hold
it
Ya
man's
folded,
Y'all
can't
see
you
blindfolded
I
don't
owe
you
shit
I
hold
my
dick
and
balls
between
my
legs
that's
all
you
get
I
take
that
back
that's
only
for
my
bitch
Now
watch
how
I
high
get
I
know
you
muthafuckas
wish
I'd
call
this
shit
quits
Ill
never
owe
you
shit
Might
send
em
for
you
They'll
be
on
you
like
shit
Best
bust
a
W
quick
Following
through
it's
hot
pursuit
I'm
chasing
W's
kid
And
that's
all
while
you
can't
fuck
with
my
shit
Aye
that's
forreal
you
gone
fuck
with
my
shit
1 Good'n the Hood
2 Smoke Signals
3 Be the Groove
4 Church & Nostrand
5 Organic
6 2/5
7 Lovely II
8 Bottomless Mimosas
9 4wurd
10 Riding W. Me
11 Sticks/Stones
12 PYO III
13 60 Prcnt Grabba
14 40 Prcnt Weed
15 N'maihood
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