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  • Текст песни B.I.G. Leha - Крылышки

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    Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
    Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya
    Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
    I got these kids in ranges, believe them niggaz brainless
    All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
    calm as possible, make the deal go through
    If not, here's 12 shots, we know how you do
    Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
    They eyes, like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene
    Just bring back the coke or the cream
    Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
    Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
    Let's get this money baby, they shady, we get shady
    Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
    Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
    I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
    Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
    The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal
    I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
    Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
    Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
    Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech
    Think about it now, thats damn near one point five
    I kill em all I'll be set for life Frank pay attention
    These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
    If you die they still get paid, extra probably
    Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss
    Promise you won't rob em, I promise
    But of course you know I had my fingers crossed

    Chorus:

    Niggaz bleed just like us
    Picture me bein scared
    of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
    Niggaz bleed just like us
    Picture me bein shook
    We can both pull burners, make the motherfuckin beef cook
    Niggaz bleed just like us
    Picture a nigga high
    Then my life in that man hands, while he just decidin
    Niggaz bleed just like us
    I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
    Runnin ain't in my protocol

    Verse Two:

    Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
    From Tuscon, pushed the black Yukon
    Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley
    Stupid as a young'un, chose not the moves wisely
    Sharper with game, him and his crooks, called The Jooks
    Heard it was sweet, bout three-fifty a piece
    Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
    His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
    That's when Ron vanished, came back, speakin Spanish
    Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
    Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most
    Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat
    The nigga got bagged with the toast
    Weeded, took it to trial, beat it
    Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it
    Nothing to lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
    Heavy in the game, embedded in his brain
    And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
    Specially if my daughter cryin, I ain't lyin
    Y'all know the signs

    Chorus

    Verse Three:

    We agreed to go on shootin is silly
    Because niggaz could be hidin in showers with Mac Billy's
    So I freaked em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican
    Gloria, from Historia, I went to war with her
    peeps in ninety-one, stole a gun from her workers
    And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
    We blaze they place, long story, Glo seen my face
    Got shook, thought a nigga was comin for the safe
    Now she breakin, shut up, 112, what's shakin
    A Jamaican, some bitches I swear, they look gay
    In a black Range Rover, been outside all day
    If it's trouble let me know, I'll be on my way
    Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggaz bleed
    Nightmare, this bitch don't need it
    Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we bout to blow this
    Lets get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
    Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
    When they evacuate, they meet they fate
    Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
    Fuck it, its flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
    Strike the match, just what I exp

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