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history freestyle - frankie snake lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
i ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ friends
that’s why i f-cked yo’ b-tch, you fat motherf-cker!
(take money) west side, bad boy k!llas
(take money) you know who the realest is
(take money) we bring it too
(take money)

[strofa 1: 2pac]
first off, f-ck yo’ b-tch and the clique you claim
westside when we ride, come equipped with game
you claim to be a player, but i f-cked your wife
we bust on bad boys, n-gg-s f-cked for life
plus, puffy tryna see me, weak hearts i rip
biggie smalls and junior m.a.f.i.a. is some mark–ss b-tches
we keep on comin’ while we runnin’ for your jewels
steady gunnin’, keep on bustin’ at them fools, you know the rules
lil’ caesar, go ask your homie how i’ll leave ya
cut your young–ss up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
lil’ kim, don’t f-ck around with real g’s
quick to sn-tch yo’ ugly -ss off the streets, so f-ck peace!
i’ll let them n-gg-s know it’s on for life
don’t let the westside ride tonight (ha ha ha)
bad boy murdered on wax and k!lled
f-ck with me and get yo’ caps peeled, you know

[ritornello: 2pac]
see, grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gg-, i hit ’em up!

[interludio: 2pac]
check this out, you motherf-ckers know what time it is
i don’t even know why i’m on this track
y’all n-gg-s ain’t even on my level
i’ma let my little homies ride
on you b-tch-made -ss bad boy b-tches, feel it!
[strofa 2: frankie snake]
torno dopo tempo
non sono mai stato fermo
da lontano vi ho osservato
e mi sono schifato
sai, per chiuderne una
non ci vuole tanto
parli di me e della luna
con quel cervello da gatto
non parlo di te
perché ti darei importanza
ma tu parli di me
e ci vuoi perder la faccia
la violenza non fa per me
io risolvo a parole
oppure faccio un pezzo come que-
sto e perdi le parole
giuste per insultarmi
ti rido in faccia
io c’ho il porto d’armi
sogni sta vitaccia
history è l’alb-m che mi lancerà
vado contro ogni difficoltà
[ritornello: 2pac]
grab your glocks when you see 2pac
call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
who shot me? but you punks didn’t finish
now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n-gg-, we hit ’em up!
[strofa 3: 2pac]
peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
this ain’t no freestyle battle
all you n-gg-s gettin’ k!lled with your mouths open
tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin’
smokin’ dope, it’s like a sherm high
n-gg-s think they learned to fly
but they burn, motherf-cker, you deserve to die
talkin’ about you gettin’ money, but it’s funny to me
all you n-gg-s livin’ b-mmy while you f-ckin’ with me
i’m a self-made millionaire
thug livin’, out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha)
biggie, remember when i used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a b-tch to let you sleep in the house?
now it’s all about versace, you copied my style
five shots couldn’t drop me, i took it and smiled
now i’m back to set the record straight
with my ak, i’m still the thug that you love to hate
motherf-cker, i hit ’em up!
[strofa 4: frankie snake]
ti sp-cco con schiaffi metrici
suicidio tipo tredici
vuoi calmarti, fra, usa gli anestetici
con me non ci parli
hai paura della mia reazione
ma da come stai con gli altri
sembra che fai il grad-ssone
quando ci incontriamo
piangi e mi asciughi
io non ci vado piano
buchi come in call of duty
dici che non sono bravo nel rap
ma guarda come sp-cco sul beat con 2pac
tu ti sogni anche di chiudere una rima
come sognava di lasciarti la tua tipa
parli e dici che hai fatto cose inesistenti
questo è l’atteggiamento tipico dei perdenti
[strofa 5: e.d.i. mean]
you’s a beat biter, a pac style taker
i’ll tell you to your face you ain’t sh-t but a faker
softer than alizé with a chaser
about to get murdered for the paper
e.d.i. mean approach the scene of the caper
like a loc, with little ceas’ in a choke
gun totin’ smoke, we ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
thug life, n-gg-s better be knowin’
we approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’
no need for hopin’, it’s a battle lost
i got ’em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin’ off
n-gg-, i hit ’em up!
[outro: 2pac]
now you tell me who won
i see them, they run
they don’t wanna see us (take money)
whole junior m.a.f.i.a. clique
dressing up trying to be us (take money)
how the f-ck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (take money)
we millionaires
k!lling ain’t fair but somebody got to do it (take money)
oh yeah, mobb deep (take money) you wanna f-ck with us
you little young–ss motherf-ckers (take money)
don’t one of you n-gg-s got sickle-cell or something (take money)
you’re f-cking with me, n-gg- you f-ck around and catch a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
you better back the f-ck up before you get smacked the f-ck up
this is how we do it on our side
any of you n-gg-s from new york that want to bring it, bring it
but we ain’t singing, we bringing drama
f-ck you and your motherf-cking mama
we’re gonna k!ll all you motherf-ckers
now when i came out, i told you it was just about biggie
then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherf-cking opinion
well this is how we gonna do this
f-ck mobb deep, f-ck biggie
f-ck bad boy as a staff, record label and as a motherf-cking crew
and if you want to be down with bad boy, then f-ck you too
chino xl, f-ck you too
all you motherf-ckers, f-ck you too (take money, take money)
all of y’all mother f-ckers, f-ck you, die slow, motherf-cker
my .44 make sure all y’all kids don’t grow
you motherf-ckers can’t be us or see us
we motherf-ckin’ thug life-riders, westside ’til we die
out here in california, n-gg-, we warned ya
we’ll bomb on you motherf-ckers. we do our job
you think you mob? n-gg-, we the motherf-ckin’ mob
ain’t nothing but k!llers and the real n-gg-s
all you motherf-ckers feel us
our sh-t goes triple and 4-quadruple
(take money)
you n-gg-s laugh ’cause our staff got
guns under they motherf-ckin’ belts
you know how it is, when we drop records they felt
you n-gg-s can’t feel it, we the realest
f-ck ’em, we bad boy-k!llers

- frankie snake lyrics

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