One 50 - Still Drop it текст песни

When the heat is on, scary niggas flee out of racist land
Things getting out of control when bitches seem
To be reluctant in the middle of metro
can't explain the deal of a gang hang
Grautly things return on gravity, can't define proper taste
The best of the shit went on fake
I keep watching the hood, dog on the moon
Bitches posing with hard capacity, square on city
My thug return, dealers can't pretend
Out spoken, shit broken, can't hold cookies
Inprint on hip hop, my heart off dipper
Always busy, pisser hitting the wrong DJ
My journey relax, I see the fact
Quickly approach the door side, shit on bitches side
My thug return with the wanted bitch on file


I have suffer a lot but I still drop it

Still drop it


I got them crib, I got them trade, translate that to your lips, pass thug

Get it screen play when I flip it like hip hop
Spreading my wing like a wheel to take weed
Brilliance I remain to learn and take over land in Thailand
Separating myself from medicine like sin
I experience making film doing spring
Ten more niggas came back to nail
But I challenge the difficulties of every taste
No remorse, I mode my weed and handle the wheel
Difficulties begin to call doing my down fall
But I never took it to be notify when I receive my fax
I view every vein to skin, it never got a thing to leak
All that I put God first to make fresh
Wonder took place, my wife Ruchipha rule the roots
Growing trees in our room just to get loans


I have suffer a lot but I still drop it
Still drop it