Текст песни Showdown - Nenjah Nycist
They
want
a
lot
from
me
Chilling
on
my
stoop
Puffing
broccoli
You
can
cop
from
me
Always
been
a
hustler
So
it's
not
for
free
And
all
the
real
ninjas
They
rock
with
me
Too
many
styles
You
can't
copy
me
finesse
You
niggas
must
be
fucking
with
that
poppy
seed
Ain't
no
blocking
me
Ya
bird
flock
to
me
Cause
I
do
this
properly
Never
sloppily
Too
hot
for
these
hoes
Habanero
Yo
calm
your
ego
Yeah
I
got
that
rock
button
Yeah
I
got
that
stop
button
Yeah
yeah
You
ain't
one
of
my
sons
And
you
don't
want
the
smoke
like
a
bad
lung
See
Nenjah
got
pull
like
a
wagon
And
it's
flame
on
like
DragOn
So
fuck
everybody
with
a
badge
on
uh
Nenjah
bring
the
sazon
Make
love
with
the
mask
on
Whoa
my
ninjas
be
wilding
Wilding
on
you
Styling
on
you
like
it's
06
Bitch
I'm
focused
Hallelujah
I'm
the
ruler
got
the
moola
And
you
know
this
I'm
making
a
movie
no
script
I
ain't
wrote
this
And
Nenjah
the
nycist
No
shit
If
you
ain't
talking
dough
Then
shut
up
and
roll
The
reason
that
you
broke
Is
you
lack
self
control
I
practice
discipline
Because
the
Nenjah
grows
I
got
money
in
my
twenties
From
a
fucking
stove
No
one
told
me
how
to
swim
But
I
fucking
dove
And
I
do
that
shit
again
Bruce
Leroy
I
got
the
glow
Got
all
the
tools
that
I
need
Like
I
work
at
Loews
Whoa
samurai
show
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