Dies irae, H. 12 "Prose des morts": VII. Oro supplex

歌詞

There's a lot of things that I never understood, (never understood) Somethin' like Victory, look here, (look here) Blessin's to the men that walk Chicago streets, and survive (and survive) We all in a test of time, (God bless us) one thing let me show you, (show me) Trials and tribulations, Victory, (victory), felony P.A. (public announcement), Victory, (victory) Do or Die, Mike Dun, Victory, (victory) This is a must, (this is a must) Amongst the Chicago area, beyond the universe is have to be a must, C'mon (Chorus) X 2 Got to keep it real baby party all night You spill a drink on me baby that's all right How should you be in the V.I.P., and the think of all the nights you can creep out with me See I'm about leasin' real estates ball with the heavyweights, tryin' to get a bad hoe Lease up in every state, some on the estimate motherfuckers calculate, then to straight ass shake Thugs hyperventilate, bounce for me baby, baby, show me, show me love For it's 'bout the love of money, motherfucker stay in the club cause all my nigga's fresh out start back I fold em' up murda baby right back shit, ya'll in the Benz's, hoe's love us if you not wit' the flow, hoes ride wit' us My nigga Chas' tol' me never let em' see you sweat never let em' see you wet never let em' call your bet sex for a rival, look for some 5-0 watch those kinve'o's, just anaylze yo' nigga's for the 5-0, bus' those thugs on the flo' with my eyes closed, motherfuckers wha' ha! (Chorus) You'd be lookin' fine, and so sexy and all that threw away my pillow when I slept wit' my gal bounce for me baby shake yo' ass like that remember us 96', po' see a cadillac Ya'll stressin' now, while we're tryin' to handle that Louie 13, hell yeah, sippin' that, only ones to shine (???) with 2 plaques, we be sangin' dame's, top that diamonds 'round my wrists goin' blin', blin', blin' money at the bank goin' ting', ting', ting' love or die be, put a rock on my fing' make the average (????) make a hummin' bird sing ya'll let me, let me, let me who? Show a chick som' paper tell me what she wan' do I could flip a jack, make a nigga go ooo... you can get yo' girls, I can with my own crew, wha' (Chorus) All my thugs don't count, you in the club bouncin' He goin' make yo' habit go from a dub to an ounce this do or die link put em' on the same shit nigga pull drama, I'm gonna cock an' spit we tryin' to take the city, the block ain't shit north pole niggas get cold as the game get I'm official, that means I pull it down with no cabbage, (no cabbage) open up shop with no status, (no status) It's my time to spit it, and make the world right it's my time to shine, like ya'll girls said it's my turn to whip niggas, and have niggas Cross have it, look keep it for 3 months and I'm gon' let ya'll by, yeah, right now I'm lookin' for somethin' it's probably gonna be it, hey Ma QP's the baddest, yo' sex, remind's the status, me V.I.P. You need, to holla at us. (Chorus) Would you ride for me baby? Would you bus' some slugs in them nigga's? Heey, pump, pump, pump, pump, and ya'll niggas don't want to duck lemme bump that shit for ya', who make them hits for ya' and when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya' all my niggas paper chase, paper chase, and when them motherfuckers roll up in yo' face you can catch a case, catch a case, so I just stay home niggas I've got a phone niggas, roll when I blow nigga, hittin' other cities then I'm runnin' through the toll niggas, partner we die young wil'in out, no doubt, have fun, V.I.P., pop guns, and I drop bombs but I, told ya'll motherfuckers just to come and anything in my perimeter I bomb (Chorus)