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Data di rilascio: 25.11.2002
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Heads Up |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
Aye, I heard it was a murder |
Robbin', kidnappin' |
Lil one with that jaw jackin', sayin' that he stackin' |
Ain’t packin', that tool go to clappin' |
You hear that click, pow |
Move out before the click, click, pow |
Man, I don’t like that nigga anyway, I heard he been rattin' |
We can drag him to the river, Stone, nah, leave him for Atrice |
Look, I’m a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum, slow down |
I came with the four pounds, so fuckin' let it go down |
I’m tired of them niggas talkin', I’m lettin' the trigga sparker |
Bull dog barkin', Cadillac done did 'em awful |
He rattin', stoopin', bitchin' an' bustin' balls |
Say Lac, I’ma send this nigga to the mall |
It’s one way in, dog, heads up Grab on them K-9 dogs |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
Stunna, a street nigga, straight up, make him act as money |
An' I don’t sleep nigga, I stay up in a black 600 |
I play for keeps, nigga, so pay up, ain’t jackin' nothin' |
The price is cheap, nigga, heads up, crackers comin' |
See, I’m a known D Boy, so they hits my spot |
Put my homies on they knees an' they check for rocks |
So we change stash spots 'cause the blocks is hot |
On the rag-less cars, so they can’t clip my spots |
The Caprice’s on the block movin' slowly |
Heads up, that’s the mother fuckin' police |
Here come the laws, nigga, heads up Better raise up, big chips if ya made somethin' |
Move, move out, nigga |
They comin' through what about the traffic, Daddy? |
Nigga, fuck you, heads up, you know what to do You best to break, run 'cause nigga, they comin' through |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
They told me put my hands on the car an' show me your hands |
I had some raw in my draws, so I broke out an' ran |
I can’t afford to be busted 'til my money advance |
But I’m runnin' with the Birdman, so I’m straight, nigga |
I’m on the block with the rocks an' the 44 |
It’s so hot an' we still burn a pound of dro' |
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors |
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door |
I’m stickin' to Tha G Code, Tees an' Bauts |
Break it up covered in rocks |
Got a bitch on every exit that’s holdin' my blocks |
An' I drive a hooptie but keep my Lexus by my older shops |
Streets watchin', I know that’s why I’m on my shit |
Now people ridin' with four doors up my click |
Showin' them off to rookie cops to watch out for me An' I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |
Heads up, I hear them people comin', Daddy |
Heads up, you better get to runnin', Daddy |
Heads up, they walkin' through the court, man |
Heads up, you better stash your dope, man |