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[talking:] Uh yeah, you niggaz feel me Know what I'm tal'n bout, huh what what [Big Mello:] I broke bread in these streets fed these streets, bled these streets Left hoes ass niggaz, dead in these streets Still here, no nigga gon change my direction Or residence, still on some ol' waven wooden fence Posted up with AK, tal'n bout what it do Fuck with mine nigga what, I'm blowing up your who-do As far as you scary ass Hollywood niggaz, I give's a fuck bout what ya got Or who you shot, you ain't next to Pac With that studio plexing, yeah you bump to the mic But get friendly, when you in a nigga sight iight Now speak the truth and see who who, and what it do And who the realest that escaped the shit, and who the damn fool Check my rap sheet, pull me up check my case I survived prison riots, without a scar on my face I did mine never switched, never snitched like a bitch I beat niggaz with clutched fists, you can't fuck with this I'm the meaning of drama, ran away from my mama Stood alone broke bones, for the cash rocked domes Forever H-Town, body rocker slab trunk knocker On dro, I come through your damn screen like a shocker Songtexte[Hook: x2] I'm serious, huh You can't fuck with the infamous, notorious Bone hard ass nigga, yeah I gotta say this You can't fuck, with that nigga Curtis Davis [Big Mello:] I don't piggy back niggaz, I rat-a-tat niggaz I'm known to roam the streets, in a houpe full of killas We gorillas, still swinging through the South on 3's The pride of Hiram-Clarke, Sunnyside, Mo City Ghetto gladiating, I'm beating Satan all the time On the grind put it down, see Big Mello gon shine You bitch made I'm homicidal, you suicidal You paranoid, scary ass nigga I'm right behind you Cause niggaz who talk about it, but see I be about it I live that phsyco shit, you hoe ass niggaz rap about it I been in high speed chases, way before Cops Nigga what you sold rocks, I moved birds by the flock Stacked grands before rapping, see the booth and never acting See real hip-hop, ain't bout fashion or flashing Or riding niggz dick, yeah to hit the top I done heard niggaz flip flop, to get to a certain spot [Hook x2] [Big Mello:] Southside hall of famer, made a mark in this city Got game from Ice, K.B., Dre Dolla and Smitty R.I.P. to fallen soldiers, but the kid still remains One of the coldest in my era, ask my nigga Lil' James Yeah fool I stepped out, wanted to get out the red And I did what I had to do, to keep my family fed No secret brain was cloudy, but a nigga still rowdy Went hard in the paint, you hoe ass niggaz had to foul me Can't stop me, sloppy carbon copies I run circles round you feeble minded label ass, wanna be Gotti's You watching too many movies, I'm a living horror flick My life my life, Steven King will write about my shit Beat the odds with God, still living to tell it Bet a nigga won't pimp me, to sell no records Gives a fuck about platinum, gives a fuck about gold Ask these niggaz in the streets, they know Mello stone cold what [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania