Текст песни Major - Solomon Childs, Cappadonna

Major

Paint murder like Wesley, faggots\nYour war stories don’t impress me, warrants\nSo the ratchets broke as well as the next one\nLarry Davis reinacting, we puttin' them niggas\nWho be talking to killas in comas\nDeath is so deep, you ever see a nigga eyes rolled back\nOn the block til I die with that medicine\nI will emerge from rap, will emerge from mines\nI want niggas to learn, they can’t stand me\nSo I won’t feel guilty when I’m receiving my Grammy’s\nCounting my blessings, hoping my old Earth\nMake it all the way to the top, asking Alllah\nGive me strength if the nines gots to pop\nThem feds put a bullet in the head of my great dane\nPoverty child, I feel momma’s pain\nWalking in my daddy’s shoes of shame\nCreases in my state greens, criminal lives\nPolice know as the nine millimeter team\nAnd we don’t smoke poofie, find us where niggas be climaxing\nWe major players, all around the board\nAnd done bent niggas all around the board\nHeadliners, kill or be killed, so you better move\nWhen it’s time to move, or get filled\nPillage for life team, we fight schemes\nNigga fall back, Staten Island\nWe all black, carry a mack, motherfuckers Osama Island\nBeen wilding, from Murder Hill all the way to Jungle Nilz\nFuck ya’ll niggas, we gotta pay the bills\nNigga move over, two-faced rappers, all you deep throaters\nUnderground niggas right here, put this in ya range rovers\nStaten Island soldiers, New York City post up\nGats out the hosters, we kill our enemies\nWe move like centipedes, we the stampede that crush the industries\nElminated the herpes for dirt g’s\nThe mud might leak, we throw coles on Staten Isle, don’t nobody speak\nMy fucking word, fucking Staten Island pitbull, niggas\nStraight up and down, snatch pocket books and all that shit\nNiggas still hungry, Osama Island\nMurder Hill, Body B., nigga\nStraight gangsta, for all you crack heads, and cry babies\nWord up, Killa B., what up, baby?\nStab that nigga… word up… take a nigga chain\nKnowhatimsayin, nigga, we try’n -- nigga, we need meals\nUp in here… big bowls of fuckin' cereals, bitch