Текст песни Raid - Pusha T
I'm
only
in
the
company
of
Kings
I
made
a
power
move
and
it's
everythin'
it
seems
Before
ye
signed
me,
I
was
gettin'
out
my
dream
Standin'
on
the
shoulders
of
20,
000
fiends
Every
time
a
nigga
wanna
try
and
turn
a
profit
Folks
rush
in,
three
letters
try
and
stop
it
F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A
One
letter
short
but
still
motherfuck
the
DA
We
play
by
the
rules
as
they
try
and
crack
the
code
Combination
locks
to
the
kilo's
that
I
hold
Leopard
print
Louboutin's,
prowlin'
the
concrete
Roller
balls
come
alive
just
like
Jumanji
You
know
where
to
find
me,
greenhouse
a
circle
of
top
whores
Mandarin,
gears
of
war,
any
of
them
top
floors
Thirty
five
large
took
you
right
out
the
top
draw
Still
got
a
throwaway
phone
in
my
sock
draw
It's
like
rain
sprayin'
on
you
roaches
The
AK
is
a
animal,
it
is
ferocious
A
nigga
wanna
sing,
hope
he
is
the
dopest
Watch
that
nigga
disappear,
hocus
pocus
Ring,
ring,
the
nigga
won't
sing
Ring,
ring,
I
keep
that
bitch
clean
Ring,
ring,
the
nigga
won't
sing
Unless
he
is
an
insomniac
and
dyin'
to
dream
You
can
tell
I
went
to
school
on
a
small
yellow
bus
Never
bothered
me,
strong
arm
robbery
I
went
from
countin'
Jelly
donuts
to
takin'
the
most
From
my
high
school
sweetheart
to
fuckin'
with
hoes
Look
I'm
all
grown
up
and
I
dun
blown
up
Nigga
ain't
much
changed,
in
fact
things
are
the
same
I'm
the
definition
of
shooter,
gun
of
choice,
the
Ruger
You'll
take
my
word
for
it
or
make
me
do
it
to
you
I'm
a
magnet
to
murder
when
I'm
in
the
mood
Get
convicted
through
the
forensics
when
you
walk
in
my
shoes
I'm
bad
news,
you
niggas
know
the
verdict,
I'm
filthy
Drop
Phantom
is
milky,
white
on
white
Twenty
four
inch
blades,
I'm
skatin'
Red
eye
smokin'
that
bomb
shit,
I'm
sleepin'
Nigga
surprised,
50
back
on
fire
50
back
runnin'
round
this
bitch
strapped,
hit-man
for
hire
It's
like
rain
sprayin'
on
you
roaches
The
AK
is
a
animal,
it
is
ferocious
A
nigga
wanna
sing,
hope
he
is
the
dopest
Watch
that
nigga
disappear,
hocus
pocus
Ring,
ring,
the
nigga
won't
sing
Ring,
ring,
I
keep
that
bitch
clean
Ring,
ring,
the
nigga
won't
sing
Unless
he
is
an
insomniac
and
dyin'
to
dream
I
sit
with
the
liars,
duct
tape
and
tyres
Been
lost
their
soul,
they
just
waitin'
on
the
fire
Innocent
faces
with
a
shit
load
of
priors
Somethin'
out
of
nothin',
a
team
full
of
MacGuyvers
Deep
sea
dive
for
the
fish
scale
Tryin'
to
find
a
better
price,
man,
that
ship
sale
Take
a
breathe
and
head
back
if
that
shit
fail
Drop
weight
like
a
anchor
then
you
set
sail
Hell
freeze
over
like
the
watch
I
put
the
sleeve
over
Engine
double
scream
when
I
turn
the
key
over
Pirelli's
on
the
street
rollin'
like
a
steam
roller
Bitches
double
team
when
I
have
my
sleep
over's
Yeah,
Re-Up
gang
with
the
G-Unit
This
is
Taylor
made
drug
dealer
fiend
music
Test
it
on
ya
tongue
or
either
watch
a
fiend
do
it
I
got
you
hooked
and
I
laugh
as
you
lean
to
it
It's
like
rain
sprayin'
on
you
roaches
The
AK
is
a
animal,
it
is
ferocious
A
nigga
wanna
sing,
hope
he
is
the
dopest
Watch
that
nigga
disappear,
hocus
pocus
Ring,
ring,
the
nigga
won't
sing
Ring,
ring,
I
keep
that
bitch
clean
Ring,
ring,
the
nigga
won't
sing
Unless
he
is
an
insomniac
and
dyin'
to
dream
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1 Changing Of The Guards
2 Amen (Explicit)
3 Trouble On My Mind (Album)
4 Trouble On My Mind (Album)
5 What Dreams Are Made Of
6 Body Work
7 Body Work
8 Everything That Glitters
9 Everything That Glitters
10 So Obvious
11 Feeling Myself
12 Feeling Myself
13 Raid
14 Raid
15 My God
16 I Still Wanna
17 I Still Wanna
18 Alone In Vegas
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