One 50 - Bin Laden Death текст песни

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This is the bitch shit you gonna feel nigga
I'm about to make it, I was born to make it
You know I'm gonna make it if you just can't make it
All you got to do now is to take the money
Get the best of honey with your rap format on your doormat
Liberia
I One 50


The streets is military, clap back the iron berry
I'm in the hood pulling the best of gangsta ropes
Kill the demons in the sheets, shit bang to seek
I drop the nine on the hollow tips
Long awaited wanted thug on the block
Karate motherfucker don't know how to work it out
I blow shit out of the bitch head
Still killing the rest of the stress haters
I came back with the gold plated AK
I got them begging me not to blaze shit
The dust gone busting, niggas die with their mouth open
Now let go back to the hood haters
I make shit blow bigger
Biggie Small used to tell me the trick of rap
Zip-zip, I got the haters doing hip hop
I slice flow like Stone Cole in the slope
One man, I got the shit melting the plastic
Reload the cops smuggle in the parking hustle
The streets is me, the hood is me
From bank to bank, I got it
Mark the last pistol on the full clips
Yeah, I ain't playing on this shit bitch
You can find me in the streets if you want
The streets thugs got my contacts
I'm coming, doing the stress honey like that
I fuck the visa story like Berry Harris
Drink all day and fuck a nice bitch

Hollow tips switch on your lips
I just don't jerk on the cops flash

My mind losing the bad motherfucker
Drive back and speed on the T. clips
Charles Taylor is in jail for bloodshed
In the bank they got the money bag
Yes, I was always there, oh drag


When you bombing
I am eating American dollars like rice
For bin Leden death
They kill themselves
Dress by dress
Me, One 50 don't stress
Why you don't go to America to jerk the blast on your ass
Mind you al-Qaida ah
America double rose stone don't give up niggas


I'm moving on my fingers like shit heat up
Some niggas ain't good in the booth but they getting money
Free take that honey
Camp the bitch cause her boyfriend is a drug freak
I say shit from my iron lips
Hollow tips in your bitch clips
I don't walk with Ulimo but Dlimo
Ghetto gangsta making the money sweat
I bet my champion straps for the trash
The backing track gone long before I heat it up
I'm saying the fact from my rap format
On your doormat I make it sound gangsta
You all know the act of a gangsta
LBDI, I can see the bloody bird
So many years money been dirty
Six after six, Jack was shots with the 38
Bitches breathing till the wind stop
Just hop up in the benz kilo
Momo Sama still winning bingo
Liberian rappers never go international
But I One 50, Liberia number one rapper
Flying platinum more than international
So fuck the best rapper dirty money
Still hustling for a nice ass pretty honey