Текст песни Happy Ru Year - The Game feat. Big Hit
Bleed
the
block
with
a
pocket
full
of
rocks
Rag
on
my
face,
hundreds
balled
in
my
socks
Breached-up
khakis,
Cutlass
on
stocks
Bickin'
back,
bein'
bool,
got
the
drop
on
the
opps
Pull
up,
pull
out,
Happy
Ru
Year
Fireworks,
let
the
K
scream,
Happy
Ru
Year
Put
yo'
drank
in
the
air,
tell
'em
who
here
Toast
to
the
B
team,
yup,
Happy
Ru
Year
Happy
Ru
Year,
L
gang
through
the
spear
Went
straight
through
his
ear,
pick
'em
straight
up
on
a
tear
Sneaky
motherfucka,
gotta
watch
blood
Iffy
motherfucka
'bout
to
pop
blood
On
pops,
blood,
I
got
hot
slugs
On
God,
got
the
plug
on
the
blocks,
blood
This
shit
ain't
nothin',
blood
done
pumped
up,
stuntin'
Been
frontin'
lil'
cuz
so
much
work,
blood
buggin'
I
don't
do
no
pussy
footin',
I
blow
smoke
on
you
niggas
Throw
coke
on
you
niggas,
now
y'all
some
dope
niggas
Niggas
beg,
I
don't
hit
'em
up
with
somethin'
proper
I
just
laugh,
hit
'em
up
with
somethin'
proper
I
been
taught
since
a
youth
how
to
duck
'em
and
weave
'em
Pray
to
never
trust
a
bitch,
just
fuck
'em
and
leave
'em
Niggas
act
like
this
paper
just
fell
in
my
palms
Like
I
ain't
never
scrape
up,
the
gun
fell
in
my
palms
Hell
nah,
I
ain't
stuntin',
blood,
I
never
had
nothin'
Servin'
counterfeit
substance,
stackin'
up
somethin'
Ain't
no
bluffin',
I'm
cuffin',
if
it's
slippin',
it's
me
Ain't
no
fakin',
if
it
ain't
makin'
money,
miss
me
Not
your
average
G,
took
advantage
of
things
Then
advance
into
corporate
world,
managing
things
Y'all
don't
like
it,
could
tell
'cause
you
ain't
so
excited
Hope
I
fall
in
the
hands
of
the
law-indicted
Wishful
thinkers,
I
know
you
niggas
hate
me
deep
Hopin'
that
the
nigga
Chauncey
never
wake
when
he
blink
But,
oh,
no,
not
me,
another
mornin',
I'm
free
With
my
lungs
filthy,
off
the
purplest
trees
Niggas
don't
wanna
be
the
big
part
of
the
picture
Can't
reject,
I
made
it
hectic
and
hard
for
you
niggas
Bleed
the
block
with
a
pocket
full
of
rocks
Rag
on
my
face,
hundreds
balled
in
my
socks
Breached-up
khakis,
Cutlass
on
stocks
Bickin'
back,
bein'
bool,
got
the
drop
on
the
opps
Pull
up,
pull
out,
Happy
Ru
Year
Fireworks,
let
the
K
scream,
Happy
Ru
Year
Put
yo'
drank
in
the
air,
tell
'em
who
here
Toast
to
the
B
team,
yup,
Happy
Ru
Year
Step
off
the
porch
like
it's
an
S
on
my
chest
Flesh
of
my
flesh
like
Dark
Man
X
Teflon
vest
and
that's
just
for
the
pocket,
look
Plus
I
took
the
same
amount
of
shots
that
nigga
Pac
took
Grimey,
ski
mask
but
he
don't
ski
Fuck
havin'
cameras
in
the
crib,
I
just
want
sleep
Tear
gas
under
doors
where
the
dro
seep
Tables
do
turn,
now
we
in
the
field,
four
deep
On
a
mission,
with
the
V-12
hissin'
Clips
get
to
clickin'
when
my
name
get
mentioned
Cartier
frames
got
blood
lookin'
nerdy
Try
not
to
scare
the
hoes,
but
I'll
do
a
nigga
dirty
He
wanted
smoke,
said
a
lil'
red
birdie
Now
look
at
'em,
all
stiff,
obituary
all
wordy
Had
his
niggas
lined
too,
but
it's
bool
though
Party
in
the
'Dena,
Big
Hit,
you
a
fool,
bro
Bleed
the
block
with
a
pocket
full
of
rocks
Rag
on
my
face,
hundreds
balled
in
my
socks
Breached-up
khakis,
Cutlass
on
stocks
Bickin'
back,
bein'
bool,
got
the
drop
on
the
opps
Pull
up,
pull
out,
Happy
Ru
Year
Fireworks,
let
the
K
scream,
Happy
Ru
Year
Put
yo'
drank
in
the
air,
tell
'em
who
here
Toast
to
the
B
team,
yup,
Happy
Ru
Year
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