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Gladys Knight & The Pips
Gladys Knight & The Pips
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher Ruelas
Christopher Ruelas
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Clay McMurray
Clay McMurray
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Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
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Gloria Jones
Gloria Jones
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Pam Sawyer
Pam Sawyer
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Qris Hysaw
Qris Hysaw
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Инженер звукозаписи
Nascent
Nascent
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QB Da Problem
QB Da Problem
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Samuel Kalandijian
Samuel Kalandijian
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Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
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You ain't strong enough nigga You probably go against me and win But you, you don't stand a chance nigga I do more than talk that, I motherfuckin' walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous New York, New York, I run New York Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop In different boroughs I have different moments On different days niggas know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, South Side 'til they bury me BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles R1 one wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spar with me start some shit send the shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Rugers out Nah, ain't no sense to talkin' peace my brother That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We getting' paper in God we trust These sucker ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We getting' paper in God we trust Suck on this nigga When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya As a kid I wasn't kiddin' then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin' in Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now Crib the size of the New York City clock now Okay, okay, try me and get shot down I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes I'm the fuckin' general, I run my clique right It was five of us, all of us millionaires Now one's a fuckin' junkie and one's a fuckin' queer Now it's three of us, that's the way we started They call me crazy, cold blooded and black hearted I don't play no games, niggas beg for mercy Then we T-O-S, put that ass to rest These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We gettin' paper in God we trust These sucker ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We gettin' paper in God we trust Suck on this nigga
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Pamela Sawyer, Clarence Mc Murray, Gloria Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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