CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Untitled 28
Spare No-1
double
Big Lee
Otrizzy
It's nothing
Late night session (Relax)
Slums
Storm in the building (They’re really on it)
I'm gonna lay somethin'
I’m the n***a that be grinding in cabs
With my gat on my lap, couple O's in the bag
Got a chick in the front while I sit in the back
Don't think that's my wife, she just one of my slags
24/hr grinding, 6 6 til 6
If I ain't got the stick, then I'm taking a risk
Try creeping up on Giggs man, I'll f**k up your sh*t
Hooked up to machines, getting fed from a drip
Don't ever think I won’t put a bullet through you queers
’Cause the sound of my guns like music to my ears
Whether daylight or night, man I never really cared
If it's beef, then it’s beef, f**k the time of day and where
n***as hate 'cause I'm moving that weight
If my punk ain't a 9 or a 10, it’s a 8
If I ain't there on time, then I'm sorry I'm late
Here's a couple extra grams man, my business is great
I want my people to be happy at the end of the day
Thinking, "yeah that Giggs is diamond, I can phone him all day"
With a little bit of fear, that's the mafia way
Wouldn't want you people thinking that they don't have to pay
Even when I was in jail, I was shotting it up
Me, Inch, [?], L, yo [?] what up?
On the drug [?], forever p*ssing in cups
Screws try spin a cell, but they ain't got nuttin' on us
f**k prison food, yeah we cooking our sh*t
Dumplings b*t*h, we living like the Goodfellas did
Don't phone me my n***as, makes my time go quicker
The only time I use the phones is when I check up on my kid
Keep the cup right next to my bed
Try running in my cell then I'm lacing or bussing your head
If it's a road ting, I'm bussing my lead
If it's a chick, then I'm bussing, 'cause believe she gives wonderful head
double
Big Lee
Otrizzy
It's nothing
Late night session (Relax)
Slums
Storm in the building (They’re really on it)
I'm gonna lay somethin'
I’m the n***a that be grinding in cabs
With my gat on my lap, couple O's in the bag
Got a chick in the front while I sit in the back
Don't think that's my wife, she just one of my slags
24/hr grinding, 6 6 til 6
If I ain't got the stick, then I'm taking a risk
Try creeping up on Giggs man, I'll f**k up your sh*t
Hooked up to machines, getting fed from a drip
Don't ever think I won’t put a bullet through you queers
’Cause the sound of my guns like music to my ears
Whether daylight or night, man I never really cared
If it's beef, then it’s beef, f**k the time of day and where
n***as hate 'cause I'm moving that weight
If my punk ain't a 9 or a 10, it’s a 8
If I ain't there on time, then I'm sorry I'm late
Here's a couple extra grams man, my business is great
I want my people to be happy at the end of the day
Thinking, "yeah that Giggs is diamond, I can phone him all day"
With a little bit of fear, that's the mafia way
Wouldn't want you people thinking that they don't have to pay
Even when I was in jail, I was shotting it up
Me, Inch, [?], L, yo [?] what up?
On the drug [?], forever p*ssing in cups
Screws try spin a cell, but they ain't got nuttin' on us
f**k prison food, yeah we cooking our sh*t
Dumplings b*t*h, we living like the Goodfellas did
Don't phone me my n***as, makes my time go quicker
The only time I use the phones is when I check up on my kid
Keep the cup right next to my bed
Try running in my cell then I'm lacing or bussing your head
If it's a road ting, I'm bussing my lead
If it's a chick, then I'm bussing, 'cause believe she gives wonderful head