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Data di rilascio: 20.08.2010
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Polluted Wisdom |
Yo, yo, yeah |
Trafficante, word up |
Here to speak about, yo |
Polluted Wisdom, yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the boos |
Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo |
I know this chick named Gina drove a royal blue Beamer |
Holding two chrome ninas, fucking daily like Adina |
Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days |
Now she a coke slave, Italian niggas getting her pay |
But that’s her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow |
Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow |
But she borrowed 50 Gs flat from a shark |
Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah’s Ark |
She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it’s better |
Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta |
Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally |
Think she handling armies 'cause her body out in Cali |
Terribly mistaken strung on yay in its creation |
Trying to slide down south with the cream from the Jamaicans |
It’s a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months |
When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt |
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day |
She wanted to be a queen but went about it all the wrong way |
She still hanging in bars, being Diana Ross |
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas' cars |
Now I see her with Ken at the bar guzzling gin |
Thinking he the man 'cause he got a 500 Benz |
He like it raw when he touch skin, Gina just a friend |
Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in |
From Shaolin |
Word up, think again |
Know what I’m saying? Word |
To all the wisdoms, living a fast life |
Yeah, you rather see the light |
Pump your breaks, know what I’m saying? |
Word up, it’s reality, word up, yo |
Driven by greed, she live in a plot with a knot |
Been in the block with ten crisp Gs in her pock |
She ain’t stunting it, joint off safety, three clips |
Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips |
So she murked off they murked too it’s drama again |
Just bought a first-class ticket going to Michigan |
She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside |
Thinking if she shoot first then her life can’t be denied |
Started blazing, shorty was no joke, she blinked |
Using rapid fire, the dreads trying to hit her gas tank |
Testing Uzis, ooh-wops, the next man block cock |
Through the action four bystanders was shot |
But it continued, shorty hitting ninety, scraped the Benz |
Still steering, begging Allah for her sins |
With no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo |
Three shells came through the window one went through her Polo |
Now she swerving needing a doctor like J Erving |
Two other chickens that knew her, severe lesson they was learning |
Sipping bourbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted |
Catch a flashback remember shit Scarface quoted |
Still licking off shells, feeling the fires of hell |
Losing mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel |
Dreads licked off, attacked, she had no chance to react |
Firing emptying clips from fifty-shot gats |
Two more caught her in her back, the others made the tires flat |
The car flipped thirteen times dun and that was that |
That was that |
Word up black |
Yeah, yo, to all the women |
Watch what you do and who you screw |
Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend |
Know what I mean? Word up |
Protect yourself La the Darkman / Rzarectah |
Hombre, in this business you always end up on one side of the gun or the other. |
Shoot, go 'head, shoot |