Текст песни Soundboy Kill It - Raekwon , Assassin , Melanie Fiona
                                                Ay-yo, 
                                                life's 
                                                good, 
                                                cashmere 
                                                sweaters 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                rover
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pull 
                                                up 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                club, 
                                                getting 
                                                love, 
                                                pull 
                                                em 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jump 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                luxury 
                                                stroller 
                                                for 
                                                ballers
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                sit, 
                                                burn 
                                                money 
                                                all 
                                                day, 
                                                blow 
                                                and 
                                                roll 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fine 
                                                broads 
                                                around, 
                                                that's 
                                                fly, 
                                                that's 
                                                    a 
                                                low 
                                                ball
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paper 
                                                settlin' 
                                                its 
                                                real 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                gold 
                                                club 
                                                come 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                ain't 
                                                even 
                                                know 
                                                nothing, 
                                                last 
                                                week 
                                                all 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yelling 
                                                'Let 
                                                me 
                                                hold 
                                                something!'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                shorty 
                                                throw 
                                                your 
                                                booty 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Niggas 
                                                with 
                                                cash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                it 
                                                above, 
                                                we 
                                                and 
                                                Louis 
                                                leather 
                                                stuff
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sit 
                                                back, 
                                                blasted, 
                                                do 
                                                me 
                                                something
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                it 
                                                comes 
                                                to 
                                                you, 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                this 
                                                rap 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                quick 
                                                to(Petulia??)
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                style, 
                                                my 
                                                fly, 
                                                my 
                                                weather
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah 
                                                    I 
                                                drive 
                                                high 
                                                plus 
                                                fly
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                    a 
                                                devil, 
                                                you 
                                                endeavor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mean 
                                                days 
                                                in 
                                                Ciroc 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                kettle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throwing 
                                                cream 
                                                at 
                                                shorty's, 
                                                love 
                                                it, 
                                                he 
                                                    a 
                                                rebel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watch 
                                                the 
                                                soundboy, 
                                                he 
                                                'gon 
                                                kill 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                (To 
                                                every 
                                                ghetto 
                                                that's 
                                                far, 
                                                we 
                                                here.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                soundboy, 
                                                he 
                                                'guan 
                                                kill 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                (I 
                                                seen 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                scars 
                                                from 
                                                it)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                we 
                                                can't 
                                                turn 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                we 
                                                gotta 
                                                find 
                                                another 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                we 
                                                grind 
                                                it, 
                                                burn 
                                                it, 
                                                street 
                                                life's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                me 
                                                caught 
                                                up 
                                                can't 
                                                you...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                it's 
                                                'bout 
                                                to 
                                                blow?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                it's 
                                                bout 
                                                to 
                                                blo-o-o-o-o-ow?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raekwon, 
                                                kill 
                                                it!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ay-yo, 
                                                wagwan, 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                is!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Assassin, 
                                                soundboy 
                                                gangsta, 
                                                let's 
                                                go!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reminisce 
                                                about 
                                                (?) 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                ziplock 
                                                (Blaow! 
                                                Blaow!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murder 
                                                soundboy, 
                                                kill 
                                                the 
                                                disc-jock 
                                                (Blaow! 
                                                Blaow!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                    a 
                                                baller 
                                                (?) 
                                                six-pack 
                                                (Blaow! 
                                                Blaow!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cyphers 
                                                on 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                rick-rock 
                                                (Blaow! 
                                                Blaow!)
 
                                    
                                
                                                (I 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                lost 
                                                it 
                                                after 
                                                that.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watch 
                                                the 
                                                soundboy, 
                                                he 
                                                'gon 
                                                kill 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                (To 
                                                every 
                                                ghetto 
                                                that's 
                                                far, 
                                                we 
                                                here.)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                soundboy, 
                                                he 
                                                'guan 
                                                kill 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                (I 
                                                seen 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                scars 
                                                from 
                                                it)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah
 
                                    
                                
                                                No, 
                                                we 
                                                can't 
                                                turn 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                we 
                                                gotta 
                                                find 
                                                another 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                we 
                                                grind 
                                                it, 
                                                burn 
                                                it, 
                                                street 
                                                life's
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                me 
                                                caught 
                                                up 
                                                can't 
                                                you...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                it's 
                                                'bout 
                                                to 
                                                blow?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                it's 
                                                bout 
                                                to 
                                                blo-o-o-o-o-ow?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raekwon, 
                                                kill 
                                                it!
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                real, 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Chef, 
                                                Assassin, 
                                                Melanie 
                                                Fiona
 
                                    
                                
                                                Word 
                                                up 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                soundboy 
                                                killers
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                DJs, 
                                                (?), 
                                                word 
                                                up 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                100 
                                                cases 
                                                of 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                Guinness
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nigga 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                win 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Song 
                                                feels 
                                                so 
                                                real 
                                                'til 
                                                    I 
                                                finish 
                                                this 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aah!
 
                                    
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