Fame - BK to Mississippi feat. Tito Lopez текст песни

Fly high
turn up

Attention all Mc's don't wanna..
that's up talking imagine all when you're all your resumes
I mean is guffing entertainment but that's where it states
pull up the mass of these niggas ain't who they pretend to be
they know my recipe, fame big and plenty year
jury sick, goes on my cross like a Chevrolet,
pretty chick know that she my size, so she won't complainin
and no we ain't official ain't no issues born no Stevie..

Said the New Jack nigga, watch me suit pass nigga,
this funny niggas imitate me, out since pu ass niggas
they want war bring it on and let the cruise class niggas
school the heart knock just on me if you pass nigga
tell me who f*cking with me, I wait for a dough,
and got no answer like the question was a tour go,
I can spit that harder show, bet you bull with.. me though
she spit upon my mike fast nigga that's a corn flow.
my man got tent for some shitty ain't though,
and when no trouble but somehow it always find you,
plus he got a daughter, shawty when you over too
and next time you see it is when you're rolling in the high-school
it's real rap nigga, no fiction in it,
so track the bullshit and you can head the difference in it,
..Tito meet me at your very fast Stevo
from Brooklyn in Mississippi nigga, I said divo.


The combination of south side and east side,
no peace sign just piss on your ego,
find it all while I'm on your weak rhymes,
selling your soul I'd rather keep mine,
tryin to see me as easy
just look for the graffiti on the street signs nigga
Lost city, my nigga is so much cash,
so be in bad boys, they could probably your boss did it,
play greedy on that frame nitty when you end up shitty
is kitty later than that's a fade I can't pit it,
I lack sympathy, mentally I'm ..
Mack fade like that day I'm tryin to live in emphony
blowing up the building feeling like the end of shit for me
how bout em police and holla like Latifah this ain't for me
white people pisted me, 'cause when I finish
they gonna have to give us way more than a month for black history
is no mystery like who kill half for the proper way that introduce me as Master Grass..I'm out

And we stay for BK to Mississippi
all my east side boys come and ride with me,
And we stay for BK to Mississippi
all my south side niggas come and vibe with me.
And we stay for BK to Mississippi
all my west side boys get high with me
And we stay for BK to Mississippi
all my north side nigags get fly with me

Fly high no turbulence on em
F*ck what these niggas heard