Hustle Gang, T.I., Young Dro, Yung Booke — Man Down

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Текст Hustle Gang, T.I., Young Dro, Yung Booke — Man Down

[Hook:]
They got me on that fuck shit, banging on that fuck shit
Pulled over for like no reason ’cause the police will get fuck shit
The weed man on that fuck shit, brother got locked up on that fuck shit
The whole world on that fuck shit, I’m like fuck this
I’m a get on that fuck shit, I’m a get on that fuck shit
I’m a get on that fuck shit
Fuck around and there’s gonna be a man down, man down
Man down, man down

[Verse 1:]
Man down, I was raised up on the sound
Case one, no one talkin, no trace on it
Fuck shit, my young niggas with it
Pack it, I’m layin it down
Free soul, imagine what they would do for a couple thou
And for some extra, add pressure
Did you even work so hard and play?
Destruction and all type of murder
Back spazzin, I’m on my Chicago Bullshit
Not here no start some mess, now I gotta hear this shit again
Feds got an involvement but I can’t wait to get it
Been to spendin, I’m by it nigga
When many rich, don’t fly the swisher
Broke niggas envy, sippin lean because I am the SA ChaChi,
Something that they can’t be
The weed man get all my money, he reject me
I know some niggas, young mean, never talk deep
You gon need a fuck shit
Try my brother now he R.I.P.
For screaming free the homies, fuck the police

[Verse 2:]
All I know, stack my dough
Worry bout the curl while I slam my blow
G code nigga, play the game how it go
I’m a pimp, never see me actin lame bout a ho
Young niggas in the game, wouldn’t train them to go
The poor kick door, leave brains on the floor
No bullshit, nigga fuck the fame, get the dough
Bunch of lean on the plane, cocaine on the boat
Nigga say you wanna smoke when I’m bringin my O
Hear it now, don’t you know I said bells the door?
I don’t break shit now, let’s straighten it now
I’m a rape this trap and I’m a take this town
I got a bunch of niggas on that fuck shit
Some niggas talk in sleep, they get busted
Hold up, I got something fo yo fuck ass
Put the 3-57 on yo mustache
And nigga fuck you’s aye
And nigga fuck you dawg
Better take that fuck shit elsewhere
Fuck boy hear you talkin bout
The clique over here then we alright
With some fresh of that loud right
Pissin all over ya’ll pride
Hustle Gang, we got mob ties

[Verse 3:]
Fuck shit, you’ll get hit in yo bone marrow
Ain’t no gun shit, you get split with bow and arrows
I done told you twice I’m goin poltergeist
You thicker than yo ice, need some more tonight
I’m a fool, red bottle cool, chillin with a bitch
Matter fact man I’m bringin out the Porsche tonight
I got stripes on my back, I’m a goddamn killer
I’m the thrilla in Manilla, dancing lizard
Hoping out that motherfucker, sippin on Caesar
Fuck what you hizzer, my rich cost bigger
Torpedo, gonna blow over yo car
And you know not to come run up on us
Shot in the face, two to the waist
Three to the knees and one for yo boy in the car
Baby like try it, you takin too long
Workin on white so you take on me
I’m workin I’m workin and now I’m gonna fuck shit
I’m up in the studio spittin these bars
Tell the fuck niggas to leave me alone
I’m a put out my pistol and pick up a missile and drop napalm
Take off they arm
Then make yo bitch give me head with her tongue

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