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Shun On The Beat Hey Can't nothin' slide, on my sides Closed eyes, four-fives Glock nines, roll 'em down If you try, you will die Suicide, you will lie Two shots through his mind Through him down, don't fool around Blew him down, you will die Can't nothin' slide no more (More) Can't nothin' slide no more (No) Can't let nothin' slide no more (More) Can't let nothin' slide no more Can't nothin' slide no more (No) Can't nothin' slide no more (More) Can't let nothin' slide no more (No) Can't let nothin' slide no more (Hey) You can't hide, I'm too wired Come outside, yeah I'm live I'm too live, got that iron If you try, you will die You won't fly, no goodbyes You too quiet, oh you quiet SongtexteGrab that iron, cut 'em down Gun 'em down a few times You know I'm serious with it Flag his ass for the interference Tag his ass with the mini-Semi I don't leave no witness, I'm a man of business Pants sag, I got plenty twenties Black mag with the kickin' Smith 'n Fast cash got my fingers itchin' Bitch get to trippin', no we can't kick it, hey I got some stone cold killers If you ain't with it, need to go home, nigga I promise I'ma shine when the show's on, nigga That nina will fuck you with your clothes on, nigga Down for the ride, better hold on, nigga Big wax bullets explode on niggas I swear I'm your pusher, my dough roll, nigga Big old FN, remote control these niggas Can't nothin' slide, on my sides Closed eyes, four-fives Glock nines, roll 'em down If you try, you will die Suicide, you will lie Two shots through his mind Through him down, don't fool around Blew him down, you will die Can't nothin' slide no more (More) Can't nothin' slide no more (No) Can't let nothin' slide no more (More) Can't let nothin' slide no more Can't nothin' slide no more (No) Can't nothin' slide no more (More) Can't let nothin' slide no more (No) Can't let nothin' slide no more (Hey) I'm with whatever whatever You know I'm with what whatever you're with You niggas be messy, y'all talk like a bitch I'ma start knock out some spit when you talk when you shouldn't Crip nigga lay down the law in this bitch How you real, and I see the flaw in you, bitch? All you niggas do is talk when it's business I swear I cut up, cut up, and get raw in this bitch (Ooh, yeah) Flexin', that's too pressure Yeah I fuck a lot of hoes, they call me Yella Hugh Hefner Knew better, you would do better Tell your lil' shotta he probably need to shot better All my killers too clever Young nigga ridin', gettin' money in a new Tesla Nigga strapped up with two Deserts Them last year vibes, I swear I'm on a new level I swear I got all my guns Kill all these niggas, put that on my son Young nigga come with a ton of bombs I'm bombin' up, free my nigga Young Tell me where you're goin' to run? Hit you with the Ricky, yeah, go'n and run Get-gettin' sticky, yeah we down for fun Got a baby chopper with a hundred drum Can't nothin' slide, on my sides Closed eyes, four-fives Glock nines, roll 'em down If you try, you will die Suicide, you will lie Two shots through his mind Through him down, don't fool around Blew him down, you will die Can't nothin' slide no more (More) Can't nothin' slide no more (No) Can't let nothin' slide no more (More) Can't let nothin' slide no more Can't nothin' slide no more (No) Can't nothin' slide no more (More) Can't let nothin' slide no more (No) Can't let nothin' slide no more (No more) Aus Songtexte Mania