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Yeah Stunna Uptown shit Yeah D-Roc .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playin' fuckin’ games, nigga bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin’ We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We livin’ in designer, and ridin’ on them blades, slime Paper chase, we knew it Money gang, we blew it Play around, we shoot it Nothin' with me, won’t do it Playin' games and we flew it Nigga know it's one thing If we come around, we do it (Rich Gang) Rich Gang, no barkin' All that fake playin’, you talkin' We all about this money gang You fuck around, we chalkin' SongtexteSituation got sticky Pussy nigga went hold up Pussy nigga got chalked up Playin' with us and got fucked up 3rd Ward to my death, Uptown 'til I die Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride, Uptown, we higher Pimpin' on this paper, alligator with the suede on it Big money, we played on it, that's the way we laid on it .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin' We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime I'm a bad man, Aaron Rodgers If you play baseball, you a Dodger I'm a grown man, y'all niggas toddlers I travel 'round the world like the Harlem Trotters I don't give a fuck about nothin' It could be somethin' if a nigga won't make it out somethin' Rule number one, no runnin' Rule number two, keep gunnin', that's how I'm comin' I be in the city up in all the Wards Fuckin' 'round downtown, I done caught a charge On Claiborne, right there by the bridge They say this mailman winded up in the car Old school, I should should buy baller walls See my lil' homie 'nem fallin' off I don't like to talk, I don't talk at all If you don't run today, you don't walk tomorrow From the bottom, I been through it already Smokin' on gas, 93 unleaded Trapped independent, where the fuckin' confetti? Smelly came with the bag and that bitch heavy Nigga, I'm raw and it can't be edited You a bitch, you a bitch too, y'all relatives Y'all wear Old Spice now, y'all delicate I don't even fuck with stupid niggas, I'm prejudiced .40 with the range, sniper with the aim Playin' fuckin' games, nigga bust him in the brains 3rd Ward soldier, live it how we get it Bust 'em if they playin', nigga, hood rich, we livin' We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' Lay 'em down, bust 'em down, break 'em down, we gunnin' Filthy 'bout this paper, alligator suede We livin' in designer, and ridin' on them blades, slime Rich Gang Aus Songtexte Mania