Текст песни Shooting Star - Lloyd Banks

Shooting Star

We don’t got no worries nigga\nHere you made it off the curb you richer\nFix ya, muthaphuckin face! It’s me again with the swagga\nBar gm get you dagger\nLouis Vuitton back for stabbing\nUsually armed, Cadillac’n\nCruelty long as I’m banging\nBe too much nigga for massa\nPainting my pain with desire\nHiding through liquor & laughter\nLook miss I’m more then a rapper, come wrap your legs round a King\nMarried to rage & then rapture\nBaby my name got a ring\nA shooting star hit the ghetto, bury a G in his jewelry, my biggest groupie for\ncompany, my first CD & my hoodie\nDon’t like me now, hate me later\nDon’t let it turn into love\nWe shot the vein of the inner city, suburbia drug\nFinally flossing, let em know it’s us\nRows of trucks\nOg Kush & bows to crush\nMost of us\nDon’t know shit but the struggle\nWe hold a grudge\nHoes in lust\nGot the flow by the nickel, reload and bust\nBlown to dust\nBump into it won’t tickle\nA opp step up we’ll whip his ass\nPostion we lifting with the kicks to last\nLet us pick your cask'\nAin’t no slippin pass\nGeorgie’s on to strip his ass\nRan them bitches stranded from my pimpin' past\nTinted glass\nSnitches yellin, no tellin I’m dipped in cash\nYou go to feel me! Flooded out canary!\nSummon the wolves Halloween\nHere’s my Hail Mary\nShout to those that hold their own way\nHelping to bring the team back\nSeparate from the stagnant ones, it’ll just have to be that\nRaising up my MC stats, thanks to Big L & G-Rap\nPolly (politic) with the phenomenal\nEat, sleep & bleed tracks!\nFacts!