Текст песни ’97 3-6 FREESTYLE - Killer Mike

Killa
Michael
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's - D-D-DJ Paul
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
These niggas don't relate- GY, you did it, you heard?
Big Daddy Michael
Tall like a Eiffel
One hand on my dick, the other hand on my rifle
I stand up in court and lie with hand on the Bible
'Cause I don't rat on co-D's or my mothafuckin' rivals
It's Michael
Mashin', gassin', blowin' gas, yeah, that pressure
Gasoline dream only, I don't fuck with Tesla
My granddaddy couldn't read, but he was wise as a professor
Told me, "Baby, you can never own what you can never measure."
That pussy, you can't own it 'cause somebody else'll stretch her
So be about yourself and, and your money, I say, "Yes, sir." Aye, Mr
Willy Wisdom help his grandson make a milli'
And now I got a village, but that ain't nobody business
I let these dummies keep thinkin' I'm rappin' and I'm trappin'
These stupid niggas askin' me, "Aye, Michael, aye, what happened?
" These stupid niggas think that I fell off and life is hardest
Just made 100K openin' for Rage up at the Garden
Aye, bitch, I ain't a bitch, ho, I'm never losin'
And, bitch, I ain't a pimp, but your bitches steady choosin'
Suzy, Suzy got me bussin' on her booty like a Uzi
My Mrs
Right there tellin' this young bitch how she should do me
Chew me, chew me 'til you hear me goin', "Ah," then go gooey
Later on, we blow reefer like our name is Bob and Rita
Better yet, uh, we is something like a Martin and Coretta
And if one of us die, just know they bury us together
Leanin' in my Demon, doin' donuts, Krispy Kremein'
And you pussy niggas hatin', still ridin' a player penis
I'm the cleanest, I'm the meanest that your ass has ever seen
And you should hail this young genius as if he's another Jesus
Man, I am a leader that is hated by elitists
And my life ain't been the sweetest, ain't no bowl of Reese's Pieces
And thank God for that 'cause too much sugar give you diabetes
Lately, I've been walkin' through the back country of Georgia
Prayin', meditatin', tryna keep my mind in order
'Cause I was this here close to havin' pussy niggas slaughtered
To my lawyer and my plumber, yeah, I'm forever grateful
'Cause I don't clean up my own shit '
Cause that's what they get paid for
Pussy nigga, get your ass up, fuck some pussy, get some paper
And after you get paper, be like Nip and help your neighbor
And then you help another nigga double up his figures
And now you niggas ain't got to cry like you niggas victims
It's the Big Daddy Michael
Tall like a Eiffel
One hand on my dick, the other hand on my rifle
I stand up in court and lie with hand on the Bible
'Cause I don't rat on co-D's or my mothafuckin' rivals
It's Michael
Killa
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
Michael
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
These niggas don't relate, bullets brought us to this mistake
Let's kill 'em
Michael
These niggas don't relate, bullets-