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  • Текст песни Shaquille O'Neal F/ Peter Gunz - Best To Worst



    Chorus: Peter Gunz

    I'm sending rappers to heaven
    so call me uplifting
    I greet ya defeat ya
    take all your recognition
    be in the ignition first gear
    I'm gone
    had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong

    Verse 1: Shaq, Peter Gunz

    I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter
    have the pin back hands up white flag surrender
    what I'm into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar
    gauaranteeing the world you can't find nuthin better
    so whatever
    bring it the front and put your money by your mouth
    find your teeth and cash coming out
    I bring drama to your momma if she want it
    you think I'm fronitin' a fruad
    Peter tell 'em how I want it

    aiyo Shaq the world is yours
    but can I get a city
    gritty blocks shitty cops
    broads with tingo bittys
    hit 50 in the ruckus mutha
    is I happy
    you callin me fraud but your broad's calling me daddy
    while you pumpin dollar bottles on the floor looking funny
    I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid
    and dirt getting money
    sunney days is made the pain it rains no more
    the cash will last from now the guns hits the floor

    Chorus

    Verse 2: Shaq

    check it
    Enrico dope like perscriptions from pharmacys
    injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy
    the ill beat seaker
    I mystify minds like I'm a preacher
    when I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure
    you best beleive I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve
    expidisouly I get loose like hair weave
    which mc out there wanna come test me
    put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me
    I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs
    I change my name to Deon cause I'm mutha freaking prime time

    Chorus

    Verse 3: Peter Gunz

    out the alleys of the ghetto there echos a voice sweeter
    the melon a felon under the first name Peter
    looking out the hour glass what do I see
    Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty
    I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left
    young gifted and black but yet I'm still marked for death
    my breath and oxygen is limited
    they did me in with it
    they took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it
    I live alive to see my seed breath airs
    in and exhale but please breath clean air
    runnin 'round killin people with sex you flex
    spread in the bed ask me dread who's next

    Chorus