8 More Miles(Freestyle) feat. Lloyd Banks,Tony Yayo

歌詞

Featuring Noreaga (Noreaga) Tony Touch Iraq Iraq 50 MC's... A little bit a thugs is all it takes To make this industry just brake *repeat* What what what poison arrows Swords and lords yo but really My Mac milly spray niggaz lay niggaz Yo the Cognac make you feel unbeatable Yo especially when that ass drunk too much I call up Tony Touch Tony Touch bring the next dutch Yo I'm all fucked up bent and can't think While you both stink, don't even care that you sink Yo impulsive, exclusive, high explosive Can't even get with, shit I dealt wit I'm on some other shit, my main script describe the foulness Panama Canalness, what, yo, I, don't even talk so I'm far from the loudest Kid, nigga, can't touch this, rush this, yo what (talking: yo, switch the beat, now, bless it) What, I'm bout to fuck shit up, what Fuck it up *repeat 3* FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP FUCK IT UP, what what!?! We on the lines like the internet Many will come but few was chosen Against my set, there ain't a nigga yet Smoke so much niggaz say I need Nicorette You say bogie, but you used to say cigarette Now I know, a new religion, a new beginning I own women, three-fourths rock and linen This Middle East shit, father beat shit Release this, the only place in the world, that pull out cracks pieces We rock camels, split that ass in text Yo we bag bitches after we fuck em and say thanks Yo thanks for havin me, next week your straight grabbin me Swearin they homeless, sayin that the havin me I don't, want to crawl at all You want to be a thug, you used to play ball Runs the play for Seton Hall Now, outta the blue, you got thug in you too Yo I knew you, your size shoe was ?due in voodu? Always, smell like shit, used to call you doo-doo Never came oustide, in the crib you hide Scared to death While we played manhunt, to our last breath I never chose this life, it chose me What, LFC, heavy amount with jewelry Crime Syndicate, nigga livin this Never mention miss ? Smoke rain bodies, you had to saw before, before Yo, you on my dick, I had the lime green on With the string on, with fatigue on Fresh Avirex's, cockpit, now from the outlet Jose Luis Emperor, two shots I blow ta Dillinger No real Kings like John Dillinger, the politic What, I'm on some ides in the militant You either with me or against me That in between shit make the money stop too intensely So what the deal is, the generals what the deal is What the deal is, the devilish thought you can't kill this (Tony Touch: Till Capone comes home) What niggaz, Iraq...realize that...