Black Rose Kartel B.V.B.N.Y. текст песни, слова песни B.V.B.N.Y. Black Rose Kartel
Black Rose Kartel - B.V.B.N.Y.
So put your blunt to your lips if you could relate to this
And if not, I want you to feel, how we're doing in the Ville
Brooklyn be the borough man
I'm from a place where most of the niggas are thorough man
Throw your hands in the sky if you're not afraid to die
And if not, I want you to I'll, how my niggas I'll
Brownsville be the hood man
I'm from a place where most of the niggas are no good
Keep it real with your man if he got the part of the planning
And if not, I want you to do what you suppose to do
New York be the city man
I'm from a place where most of the women look pretty man
[Goldie Mack:]
I spit verbal with base banging down the track
Chinky eyes, handsome grill, with dreads hanging down my back
Goldie homey on the throne from two G
While small hustlers spend all their doe for one coochie
And I make a mil from buying a pen, writing on new sleeves
All I need is two sheets, you do you, I'll do what suits me
Straight up, word to mother, but yo, but yo
Small minded petty niggas don't get too far
Talk shit about the Rose and I'm a hit you par
Tell bystanders forget about that shit you saw
Or these 12-guage slugs will split your jaw
Yo my Kartel niggas be them by the fire 15 jail niggas
But the MACs at, south broad to Cat-shack
Tango, nine and half dope slash crack
Eager flash back of Rikers Island
Know we in clubs, uh-huh, blue lasers in his ass crack
Dime, thirst for tango, yo where cash at?
If you're a thug blast at or get blast at like the last cat
Up in the tunnel screaming where the ass at?
Now you get laughed at for your trash rap
Don't stash jack, you covered in ice, I'm a snatch that
D-O-N slash Mack, Brownsville slash gats
That's how we do in the Ville, you heard?
You ain't a gangster stop fronting; I put two in your grill
Got a few thou but right now I'm pursuing a mil
Step up a label just for you and the deal (straight up)
[Chorus: Goldie Mack]
Throw your hands in the sky if you're not afraid to die
And if not, I want you to I'll, how my niggas I'll
Brownsville be the hood man
I'm from a place where most of the niggas are no good
[Goldie Mack:]
It's always them coward niggas that be thinking they're hard
Spit a few bars; get a deal and start thinking they're large
Midtown Manhattan what nigga? Now you're drinking in bars
Pop 'em in the head now he's thinking in cars
Ayo you from the ghetto I hear that?
That don't mean you're a thug
You got a gun then wear that, that don't mean you a slug
When you go out leave your jewels 'cause we be scheming in clubs
And that's fo'real, I ain't talking no rap shit
Perhaps it's seven guns under my mattress
And facts is a lil' over that, thirteen to be exact, shit
I like his shit, yo y'all niggas is hot
But when it come to thug shit, yo y'all niggas could stop
'Cause that's my word of video could deceive you player
You might act tough, but my team don't believe you player
Brooklyn be them thugs that'll leave you player
And if you ain't never been in jail
Don't talk about it unless you've been in
Besides me or Ike, we got niggas that's still in it
That's my word I'm telling you, you ain't ready for war
My whole team has shot somebody for some petty before
I'm in the game now I'm ready to score, ya'heard?
Ayo, Sprewelling peep the mind of this three time felon
That shit you talked I ain't hearing and smelling
Ayo R leave 'em alone 'cause I heard them snitch niggas be telling
[Chorus: Goldie Mack]
So keep it real with your man if he got the part of the planning
And if not, I want you to do what you suppose to do
New York be the city man
I'm from a place where most of the women look pretty man
[Goldie Mack:]
Yo I could go out bummy and shit looking like madness
And leave the club with the baddest bitch
So what's my statuses? Kill me? Come back to life like St. Lazarus
And have niggas run in your crib like savages
Until I'm on the Island, build an empire that's for leverages
Seven women just to one man without the marriages
Marriage? I average like seventeen chicks
But out of the seventeen, I'm only giving two of them dick
Fifteen is celibate, plus I got 'em stuck mentally
If the world don't blow up, I'll have 'em for another century
On the street or in jail, thorough niggas they'll mention me
Cut wifey off 'cause she wasn't down for the cause
Now threw her frenzy hair about me in a time I flossed
Silly broad that I will stick around for the draws
[Chorus: Goldie Mack]
So put your blunt to your lips if you could relate to this
And if not, I want you to feel, how we're doing in the Ville
Brooklyn be the borough man
I'm from a place where most of the niggas are thorough man
Throw your hands in the sky if you're not afraid to die
And if not, I want you to I'll, how my niggas I'll
Brownsville be the hood man
I'm from a place where most of the niggas are no good
Keep it real with your man if he got the part of the planning
And if not, I want you to do what you suppose to do
New York be the city man
I'm from a place where most of the women look pretty man
Pretty man, pretty man, pretty man
[Outro: Goldie Mack]
Uh-huh it's not a game, word up, straight up
KGL, you heard, Brownsville shit
Straight up for my thug niggas, youknowwhatI'msaying? BK niggas
Straight up, NY representing, knahmean?
From the East to the West, you heard?
One love, you heard? My nigga Aristotle, you heard?
Tango and Cash, it's not a fucking game man
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