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Letra : No Back Bone
Load me up IV
Yeah, yeah, ah
What the f**k is all that gossip bout?
It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down
Nah, that ain't my b*t*h that's just a toss around
I got the streets tho I'm covering a lot of ground
I'm takin' over, running to that bank and I can't take it slower
Came up off a rut like my name was Hova
Mummy raised a King, Peckham made a soldier
Yeah this thing is ours like La Cosa Nostra
Coca cola, baking soda
Ah, put the magic in, that's Hocus Pocus
n***as sending shots and I don't even notice
True they babies to me I just wipe their noses
Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses
Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh
My bad, I meant the sea
If you ask about me I'm evеrything I'm meant to be
My dawg in that jammy he got a quartеr century
My dawg in that trap he got a quarter of them keys
All I do is talk about the streets
That rat came home and he got corn within a week
Shhhh, yeah shouldn't even speak
Very short fuse with a very long reach
All I do is win, I've had a very long streak
Ain't no fillin' my shoes with them feet
Me and you ain't size n***a, don't know who lied to ya
I could see the b*t*h behind that twinkle in ya eye n***a
Never been my guy if I ain't done that do or die witcha
I ain't say slap but for that pack you get slime n***a
In the bin no strap, just a ice picker
And I got money on my mind n***a
Hundred racks, straight cash that's a nice figure
I'm still gang I ain't no side switcher
Yeah, yeah, ah
What the f**k is all that gossip bout?
It wasn't us if we ain't shoot him up or chop him down
Nah, that ain't my b*t*h that's just a toss around
I got the streets tho I'm covering a lot of ground
I'm takin' over, running to that bank and I can't take it slower
Came up off a rut like my name was Hova
Mummy raised a King, Peckham made a soldier
Yeah this thing is ours like La Cosa Nostra
Coca cola, baking soda
Ah, put the magic in, that's Hocus Pocus
n***as sending shots and I don't even notice
True they babies to me I just wipe their noses
Pull up with a stick and just do the Moses
Put a parting through your wig like he did the ocean, uh
My bad, I meant the sea
If you ask about me I'm evеrything I'm meant to be
My dawg in that jammy he got a quartеr century
My dawg in that trap he got a quarter of them keys
All I do is talk about the streets
That rat came home and he got corn within a week
Shhhh, yeah shouldn't even speak
Very short fuse with a very long reach
All I do is win, I've had a very long streak
Ain't no fillin' my shoes with them feet
Me and you ain't size n***a, don't know who lied to ya
I could see the b*t*h behind that twinkle in ya eye n***a
Never been my guy if I ain't done that do or die witcha
I ain't say slap but for that pack you get slime n***a
In the bin no strap, just a ice picker
And I got money on my mind n***a
Hundred racks, straight cash that's a nice figure
I'm still gang I ain't no side switcher
