a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

state property - made you look freestyle (nas diss) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dame dash]
i know ’cause you see us on programs like
mtv
bet
sixty minutes
cnn
oprah winfrey
entertainment tonight and see me in people magazine, that we off our grind
if it ain’t one thing we ain’t gon’ never let go and that’s the streets
and for all you punk ass producers, that wanna shut us out and not give us no beats, we jackin’ ’em
if we rap over your beat, ain’t ’cause we like you
it’s ’cause we like your beat
roc for life
holla back

[intro: beanie sigel]
this the only beat you could find big face (huh?)
huh? (sp in the building, n_gga)
guess who back, n_ggas?

[verse 1: beanie sigel]
yes sir, young man, n_gga, the beast back (beast back)
i bring the streets back like big bought the east back
restore the feelin’ since osama destroyed the buildings
destroy your feelings with the eagle [?] [?]
you n_ggas clowns
eagles make you feel like [?]
think you [?] well _n_lyze this, blaat
how you _n_lyze that which you can’t catch
can’t be caught, arms too short, can’t box, can’t be fought
flow unorthodox, can’t be taught, rap packs to bort, nope
mack snap, no joke, clear off your front porch
flame all ya’ll n_ggas, call me the blowtorch
yes rapper, it’s me young man, i’m mack mane, i’m back mane
gats like max payne, yea
i bought some heat for you f_ckers
the short stop and y’all, with the long m_ffle
four pound in my shorts like i’m r. butler
south beach outta the reach, police can’t touch us, f_ckers
yea, you muhf_ckers get to duckin’ when the mac’s buckin’
and the gat’s bustin’
uh
[chours: young chris]
state prop, state prop, state prop

[verse 2: young chris]
man these n_ggas is fake
man them n_ggas ain’t down when it go down them dudes implicate
and i got these n_ggas curious, walkin’ the hood everyday but i’m impervious, i’ve been for real
come on dog, you’s a imbecile, you know we been violent
they say they holdin’ us back because we imbalanced
forget about though, we back to the old us
new school but we take it back to the cold crush
i’ve been a factor (n_gga)
matter fact i’m a [?] benefactor to be a beginner rapper
begin to clap it and i’ma blaze you, look
you bring the beef, we bring amazing cooks, you n_ggas runnin’ ’round with agent shook
ask the other fake family about us out vegas had their table shook, n_gga

[bridge: beanie sigel]
state prop boys back in town
the back block boys, pop boys back you down now let’s go

[verse 3: peedi crakk & beanie sigel]
peedi peedi look at you now
my chin up, my chest out, vest got me lookin’ like a hero and
been slinging, been banging [?] on it, ain’t a d_mn thing change, same gang, same product
gotta at a dollar, that why i got it, in that [?] chasin’ [?] hunnid dollar shottie
you can spot him hoppin’ in and out that [?] the pinky [?] [?]
the remy is on fiya
[?] [?], [?] tires, how about i chop the top off, the block a be like “holla!” (holla)
yes, and the beat goes on (beat goes on)
you 20 deep? you know i run up on your block and do my basic procedure
i rock for a reason, codename, “chop up in your monkey ass for breathin'” i need no, reason and i’m gone
might catch me widebody, playin’ at my la familia party in [?]
[chours: young chris, [?] neef buck]
state prop, state prop, state prop
(buck’s back)
(state property y’all, state property) (geah)

[verse 4: neef buck & young chris]
yo, come on and f_ck with me, desert caliber 50
never been shot but ain’t sayin’ they can’t get me
bodies poppin’ up quickly, these cats snitchin’ to 50
foldin’ under pressure, given up names and addresses, i’m
swift with the weapons, had some good luck with the vestes
answer motherf_ckin’ questions, ain’t that n_gga to be testin’ (n_gga to be testin)
hoping you catchin’ when my n_ggas send a message (that’s right)
and when they come to question, tell the district i was resting
[?] had me boxed in, ’till then, ’till i [?] out my [?] still watching
we miss [?] (miss y’all)
miss slinging on watson (yeah)
waste on steady [?] (oh!)
f_ck if the cops watchin’, a youngin’ is not stoppin’, yeah (oh!)
leave a slug in a box and you ending up in a coffin, you n_ggas need it, man, i mean it, ya rotten

- state property

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة