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Yo, what's up with these niggas, man? This your main man Butterfingers in the building With your big bro Sticky. I got a few questions for you niggas. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? Think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla than Me? Ask your own niggas, nobody realer than me. I'm out for the dollars, but I rob you For a penny. Sticky Fingers, yeah, Nigga, gimme, gimme. And don't even talk or say Shit, silence, don't tempt me. Just call me Saint Stick 'cause I'll be climbing Through your chimney. Nigga, there ain't a damn lock That I can't jimmy. At dice, a nigga hands high, you not gon' Get me. This life and this damn Glock make Him a lot more friendly. This nigga been spitting fire and I got a Lot more in me. Ha, I'm not finished, I'm just getting started. Drinking spirits, Driving a Ghost, smoking, throwing in the cartridge. You never know when I'ma show up at your Apartment. You never know until you rolled up and You on carpet. So run for your life, you Need to lose some calories. I'm a natural born killer, Sticky looking for his Mallory. Got niggas on the street that'll impose my Will. But I'm a shotta and nobody holds my Steel. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? Think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla than Me? Ask your own niggas, nobody realer than me. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? You think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla Than me? Ask your own niggas, ain't nobody realer Than me. Hold up, let me fetch my pistol. If niggas try snitching, I'ma wet they whistle. Have your block hot as catfish, cook it in Crisco. SF on my neck, but I ain't never From Frisco. I'm from NoHo, baby, and big W's is the Logo, baby. Niggas try to cross me, That's a no-no lately. And I don't run from no one except for Po-po maybe. Pistol K up in the waistband. A hundred shots turn where you stay into a Wasteland. I fuck with money hogs, All I do is chase bands. Baby girl bad, but I bet her pussy taste Bland. My name ring like a fire drill. My thing sing like a choir will. Being turnt down, that's a misconception 'cause I'm Deadly as catching an interception in the Intersection. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? Think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla than Me? Ask your own niggas, nobody realer than me. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? Think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla than Me? Ask your own niggas, nobody realer than me. We wrote graffiti on the wall, that's a tag Team. Neck itch, going cold turkey, Cash fiend. Burn gully your whole family tree if You got bad genes. Watch your bitch smoke her Life away, that's a drag queen. Walking Tabernacle, my 16s make the church appear. Super Soaker pussy, guess I'm working with a Squirter here. Bitch buying Gucci bags thinking that She can persevere. I was born with drive, So I have to have an engineer. Pick her up, I know that she's a rider 'cause she didn't steer. My voice sound like a Drum to her in her inner ear. Take her out to White Castle, hope she get It crystal clear. Minutes here, different fear, Drinking on a keg of beer. So what, you think you iller than me? Hazel eyes make 'em smile like I tickle they Feet. Call me an asshole 'cause I live in A suite. I wouldn't put it on the paper If it isn't a leak. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? Think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla than Me? Ask your own niggas, nobody realer than me. What's up? You think you iller than me? You think you more gangsta, more killer than me? Think you bag more bitches, spend more scrilla than Me? Ask your own niggas, nobody realer than me.
Sticky Fingaz, Big Pay Bacc, Budda — Think U Iller Than Me
«Think U Iller Than Me» — Sticky Fingaz, Big Pay Bacc, Budda. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:49. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
