Текст песни The Boss - J. Stalin

The Boss

Throw it on the table, I’m thumbin' straight through a hundred
Chopper on my lap 'cause I’m knowin' the reaper comin'
They fuck around and snitch if they probably know I done it
Bitch, my shoes too fresh, I ain’t runnin' from nothin'
Turned nothin' into somethin', copped that work and it’s comin'
Everybody got pipes around here, we do the plumbin'
I don’t do the clubs, I don’t do the rap summons
It ain’t hard to tell you niggas never had no money
Out in the cold, dirty clothes with my nose runnin'
Finna pop up out these bushes, bitch, and slump somethin'
Lil' bro on the corner, tell me if somebody comin'
We gotta be quiet, if they hear us, they gon' start runnin'
I play dumb, but I ain’t a motherfuckin' dummy
Try to play me like a lummy, get your ass slapped
Niggas say they doin' this and that, it’s all cap
Swear to God I could buy a brick and run it back
When you niggas gon' realize we under attack?
And they don’t want you to have shit if your ass Black
Fuck learnin' how to shoot, learn how to stack
Get your money and you could buy a hundred MACs
Thousand TECs and all the extra clips you own
Pay somebody to throw his ass in the fuckin' trunk
And ain’t nobody said nothin', we silent like monks
Money on my mind, my nigga, I came to grind
Drop me off in any hood and I’ll be fine
Lord, forgive me 'cause I’m probably about to sin
And if them niggas sellin' white, I’m probably blendin' in
And I’m stackin' everything, bitch, I ain’t got shit to spend
You a stupid motherfucker, thought I wasn’t finna win
It was cold on the ten, I was still outside
Servin' everybody mama, I ain’t have no pride
I got family that done died, I’m embedded in this
So when you see me in the kitchen and I’m whippin' my wrist
Then I take it out the pot and let it dry real quick
And if it take too long, then I blow-dry it
And though you seen everything, you ain’t really seen shit
'Cause niggas runnin' they mouth end up gettin' hit
And you don’t wanna be the nigga to get hit
So all I’m sayin' is don’t be runnin' your mouth and shit
Big drip, not the clothes, that’s the water whip
It came with the outfit, the banger on my hip
Times I drift and get to thinkin' 'bout the wrong shit
Huh, and then I’m back to the script
And then I’m back to the script
Bitch, I’m back to the script
And then I’m back to the script
Bitch, I’m back to the script