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  • Текст песни L-Burna (Layzie Bone) F/ Big Chan, Flesh-N-Bone - Still the Greatest



    Hook x3
    [Big Chan]
    I'm still the greatest
    I'm pretty
    I'm still the greatest
    [Layzie Bone]
    And i'ma bad man

    [Big Chan]
    Hot child in the city
    walkin' round lookin' pretty
    playas call m Sidity
    fuck pitty
    chitty chitty bang bang
    it's a Westside thang
    bitches get banged on
    and stole on
    in the city where the grass is green
    and the palm trees lean
    been ballin'
    shot callin' since 83
    I know the mothaphukin' industry
    ain't ready for me
    or these ghetto fab queens
    already platlum in the streets
    I even got them jail house niggas
    sendin' they cheese to me
    Big Chan in japan
    bitch I'm over seas
    I'm pimpin' this gat
    watch me hidy flice these hoes
    leave em short changed
    take they fame and roll
    wacth em all fall to tha flo'
    it's a t-k-o
    all you heard was Big Chan
    don't hit me no mo'
    shit this ain't a game
    street niggas know the m-o
    I kill em with words
    serve em like them dealas
    do them birds
    ya heard me
    can't a mothafuka serve me
    I still hold the title
    reposessed it from some of my
    greatest idols
    you punk ass bitches is hollow
    I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
    my nigga young Lay
    hold it down
    it's goin' down
    like Holyfield and Tyson
    this is for them bitc ass hatas
    I'm signin' off
    I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
    late late late

    Hook x4

    [Layzie Bone]
    she pulled the curtain
    fo' certain
    we go'n leave these mothafuckas hurtin'
    niggas never no bluffin'
    no perv'in
    Lil Lay the great
    runnin' this earth
    I'm ready to serve ya right
    nigga done paid my dues
    and took my loses
    it's all about murder right
    fuckin' with these Cleveland bosses
    we flossin'
    ya get paranoid
    cuz me and my boys
    makin' noise
    shuttin' shit down
    heard the buzz around town
    these niggas wanna fuck with me now
    well step in my arena
    you ain't never seen a
    lilttle nigga meaner then Lay
    nigga back in the day
    when a nigga had to play with the a-k
    boys had em all blown away
    nigga don't play
    I be flippin' my lid
    sippin' my gin
    makin' mine
    cuz in 99
    I ain't wastin' no time
    makin' that money
    while I'm pushin' my line
    design to prime nigga
    nigga with the automatic status
    daily on the trigga
    hatin' on me
    cuz I'm an original thug
    jealous of a nigga
    cuz I got these figures
    money don't mean
    A gotdamn thing
    we can go toe to toe
    blow for blow
    slug for slug
    a thug's a thug
    kickin' this here
    just to let you know
    ain't a damn thang changed
    doin' these everyday thangs
    and it consist of
    bank bud the brew and the bitches
    and the bustas never could hang nigga

    Hook x4

    [Flesh~N~Bone]
    Now he better lay down
    Test me boy
    I trust my dawgs
    In the name of the Lord
    T-H-U-G
    Were not raised in hell
    Just spray
    With the G-A-G-E
    Smack em with the buck shot
    Guard your face
    Next mornin'
    I read on the front page news
    And o-bit-uary
    You stup[id mothafucka
    Shoulda known not to step to Flesh
    None the less
    He is one less bitch
    For me to worry about
    For the people in time
    I sex my wine
    Hit em up two times
    With a three peice nine
    then dumps the body and
    He's the one got the gun
    With the most of niggas
    Realease the beast
    Nevertheless
    They sleep in silence
    It ain't over for you snitches
    Can't handle the truth
    It hurts punk
    And the next shot
    Off the floor
    Inside his stomach
    Bitch now put em in the mud
    Slowly slowly
    See it inside you
    Open your mind
    Deep in your mental
    Flesh'll get your best
    Shoulda made you realize
    I stay thirsty by the flesh
    It'll be test to try me
    Little bit on the front
    In the aftermath
    When the long gone home
    It ain't shit
    Thought you knew me
    Til I made it known
    Nothin' to pick up the gage
    Explotion blow
    Contest not the Fith Dawg
    Never they know
    Check out my future
    From the second league
    They take out the streets
    Where this thugsta dwell
    All up in St. Clair
    Hit em up S-C-T
    Where them hang
    Niggas trippin'
    Sippin' the fifth of rose
    Everybody buzzed
    Steady remenissin'
    On back and to think how they roll
    Unloaded fo-fo's
    Niiga makin' my money daily double
    It's the reason they call me stack
    That nigga to peel back
    Your mothafuckin cap

    Hook x4