Ransom & Rome Streetz

Destiny Child
Ayo Even a big gun got a little black hole The desk of these record execs' probably hold your black soul If you sold it, not me, I'm in the driver's seat Soul controlling, never talking cheap; my teeth golden They use a key to shovel the blow in They know to pay me all of the money they owe me for those As far as shit that I compose, it's a picture of my life Running roads, certain codes and making thousands off a flip phone Keep blickers in my trousers, that'll more than chip bones I got this shit sewn likе Dapper Dan from Queens to Pakistan So the cash I got in my stash come from thе rapping fans The other cheese is undisclosed, low under-clothes All these hoes love me 'cause I'm real, you really loving hoes There's only one of me but it's a ton of those Off-brand corny niggas thinking they coming close My work fire, you could never cut my throat, make the dope summersault My ammo is moving drugs, smooth scams and some assault Everything I ever wrote is crack smoke, nigga Watch me cook I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this bitch I'm Destiny Child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta' here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Bow, bow, Ah) Watch me cook I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this bitch I'm Destiny Child SongtexteKeep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta' here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round (Bow, bow) Ayo I started from the audience now honestly I'm running all this shit Nothing forced, them other niggas come across fraudulent To get me on a song is gonna cost you two quarter bricks Unfortunate, remember when it was a hundred for the fix Prada two straps on the kicks, laser attached to the blicks Bag it out and clap the shit accurate Sometimes life and death depends on hesitation can't be too patient Chasing dough we was catching souls like immigration Had xans for the patient, I seen a nigga go from a Percocet to a hypodermic set Told him "Stay away from the fire" and then it burned his flesh Know the ledge then you learn to step You can't put the two before the one, you dumb, you better come correct All I ever needed was a connect Watch me cook I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this bitch I'm Destiny Child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta' here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Bow, bow, Ah) Watch me cook I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this bitch I'm Destiny Child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta' here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round (Bow, bow) Aus Songtexte Mania