Текст песни Drifters - Reach Justice

This the game I done be fightin' for days on end
Showin' the way that it slots
Talkin' to baddies and drinkin' dat henny mayne
I don't know when they gon' paper the lots
Homie this my plan shoulda made a new pol for money I rack oh man
Back in the crib, rappin' a bit, happen to bid
I would've been had-tap-pin'-dance
Cross a t and I done have to play the good the bad is evil I done been
Holdin' out on beating round the bush but I don't got a bat
I have a golden eye but shine so bald they call me an eagle
Evil knievel shining so bad
We doin' our dance
We goin' for bands
I got that from rand yeah woo
This what we doin here
Young money shit I need bread
I make wonder and take it to church mayne
5 in an 0 and I'm banking to search up the block till I fuck up a fool
And you done be lucky if I had to bring out the gattis and
Showin' em outta the room mayne
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Callin' it better cause I find it good till its all- gud -man
Hop out the sket and I caught it in lanes
They call me the tory, its all gud in names
Showin' the place like I done been owned
Back in a pitch I done fell up and caught in this place

Locked in a motherfuckin' loaded AK
47 comin' straight up today
Anybody who be tryna get a deal up in this bitch
Finna switch up in moment and be rollin like a buniess
Like it ain't nobody buniess homie I don't even know it
They be frontin' till they don't know who be runnin' shit huh

So you gettin' stitches
Now play ball with the 6's
Young money got inches
Got a 20 inch glock for the riches yuh
Why u doin all this thang for sum guap now cuz
When they talkin' bout the greatest they ain't gonna mention us
Cause we got the gig for the sum
Showin' up now huh
Now back up lemme do my thang mayne