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  • Текст песни ОПГ ЗА МАРИЙКОЙ КОТОРАЯiiiiii - ГИМН ПАДИКА

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    RAH, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill,
    RAH, RAH, I’m ill, (I’m ill)
    I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (Red Cafe)
    RAH, RAH, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL!
    MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL
    (Talk to ‘em) RAH, RAH, (N-gga) I’m ill
    I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (I got this)
    RAH, RAH!
    [ Red Cafe - Verse 1]
    Pop deuce spot, kid latch off, still rep white, that Ash Roth
    That uncut, that sushi, I’m too G, that’s Gucci (WHAT ELSE!!!)
    I’m bossed up, they washed up, e’ryday that Kush I cough up
    By all cash, we don’t rent out, I’m ill, swag in the penthouse
    Been a Konvict, ask Akon, had blocks locked, ask Avon
    That’s real talk, what’s up B’Mo! (Yep!)
    Bad Boy got Diddy on the T’Mo (WHAT ELSE!!!)
    I’m ill, make it look simple, DJ bring it back like a rental
    Drinks don’t stop, we party all night
    And e’rywhere I go, I let it go like
    [Chorus: Sample of "A Billi" by Jay-Z] (Red Cafe) (*Fabolous)
    RAH, I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill,
    RAH, RAH, I’m ill, (I’m ill)
    I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (Red Cafe)
    RAH, RAH, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL!
    MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL, MOTHERF-CKER I’M ILL
    RAH, RAH, (what else) (*Loso)
    I’m ill, (*I’m ill in case you ain’t know so!)
    I’m ill, I’m ill, I’m ill, (*It’s R) RAH, RAH!
    [Fabolous - Verse 2]
    If my name was Willis, they’ll prol’ly call me Will
    But I’m the illest so that’s why they call me ill!
    EWWWW! You n-ggas disgust me
    And they ain’t talkin ’bout shit unless they discuss me
    Funeral Fab, yeah I’m in the building y’all
    All black on and I be killin y’all
    So, the name speak for itself
    You have a loser plus a lame that’ll equal yourself
    Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest ones
    Still on my Grizzlies, no Iverson (Waddup A.I.)
    You ain’t no gangsta, you an off-duty cop
    With ya fake ass, they should call you booty shots
    Yankee game, better seats than Rudy got
    Fruity pot has me wit the eyes Matsui got (nice)
    That n-gga, that you are not
    Red dot on ya head’s the best tattoo you got
    RAH!
    [Chorus] (Red Cafe)
    [Red Cafe - Verse 3]
    They trash, And I’m ill,
    I’m too hot how the f-ck I’m ‘gon chill
    Laid back, Maybach, back seat
    I’M BALLIN! Like a athlete
    Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it
    Shakedown here, now everyone applaud
    Now it’s showtime, time to camcorde
    I’m in the buildin, and I’m the landlord
    From the east, opposite of Kanye
    No appetizers it’s just en trees
    Just four doors, maybe a couple Coupes
    Everybody’s eatin, no Cup A Soup’s
    General R, just showed up
    Don’t pass me nothin already rolled up
    Drinks don’t stop, party all night
    And everywhere I go, I let it go like
    [Chorus]

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