Текст песни
I want this shit banging in my headphones, you Understand me? Let me hear that beat. You dig? I'ma address some shit. Let y'all niggas know the real. I've been dormant for too long, Hibernatin'. Everybody want it, but do you wanna get it? I'm sick of all these niggas bullshittin'. I'm sick of all these bitches. I'm sick of how these bitch niggas trippin'. And how y'all give these passes to these snitches. Neighborhood crippin'. Dogg pound gangsters in the building. I'ma treat these niggas like bitches. Throw 'em to the wolves and the vultures, The hyenas and my siblings. So they can experience what they say they really Livin'. Man, let me show you how deep it Really gets. And then I'ma show you the power Of membership. One on the hip, illegal extended clip. I'ma show you niggas the power of membership. The viking and the villain. Ritalin couldn't stop this adrenaline. Mind-bending, forensic technical chemist. One for the road. Walk up and explode. I'ma show you niggas the power of membership. Nigga, we everywhere. Young nigga, we everywhere. Laugh. Philip be what I is. There was twenty niggas, but now it's just me, It's how it is. Feelings go push it with The breeze. Rather be at peace in the streets So I'm minding my biz. Knew this ass when I was a kid. Now they pull an internet scam 'cause a man Gotta eat. Life voyage, I wanna win. Yeah, I did dirt, but fuck it, I did What I did. Money was a major motivator. Now I wanna do it just to give a Motherfucker some motivation. Ain't no light shit With ambition. Academic capacity, she was sucking Dick for admission. And I couldn't go on no Tuition. Only got the music, motherfucker, so I made This shit a mission. Niggas ask too many questions. Told 'em I'ma do me and I wasn't talking Masturbation. Steady hopping trains to the station. Man, it's like city, you in Cellar Jump or You gon' need connections. Steady hopping, chasing Elevation. And my mom hold a couple hundred, be My holy reparation. I know she push it, but I'm into my journal. She getting set, man, she Know there went a wedding. I ain't talking, I Can tell her been a capper. Her nigga finna Snitch for cracker. Dick long and she gon' give Head. She might have to save up 'fore she Gotta buy a ladder. In the streets, if a Nigga wanna get you, for real, they real, they Don't need no Jada. We everywhere. Told these niggas, man. Don't fool around with a fool, fool. Dumbass nigga. Stupid.
Kurupt, LIT DIDIE — Membership
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