Paroles de la chanson Speak On It/For The Gang par Max Thademon

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Paroles de la chanson Speak On It/For The Gang par Max Thademon

For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, for the gang

For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming

For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming

For the gang, cook him like take him, we bake him, we burning his muffin
Look, you a stain, first snatch your chains, rob the jeweller
??? got me bussin'
I'm a alpha, post like Ibaka
Let off shots, have him feel like Sinatra
Don't get stitched like a muppet
You moving too tactical, trust that I'm slugging
You get stuffed with these shells, now you in bed rest with ??? twenty a stomach
Now your priest making visits
Crossfire, halo top, bring the whole choir
And this shit ??? cause the ??? jocking
You hear them shots, now his heart skipping
Gang, gang, gang
Remember them nights, ??? villains

We see a prey, now we all on it
Break bread, you cannot eat, you ain't starve with us
For the gang, did you slide?
Affiliate yourself with that mission
Have him flap like a pigeon, he play with my blood and we sic em'
Mr Black, Mr White on the goalie mission
I took the shots, he reload the bullets
Y'all think you safe, we gon' keep it coming
Ghostbusters, cross the Crips, ain't no love from us
Go text on the 'net, watch it get back, we just sit back, get them blickys ready, see it spit facts
If locations is accurate, choppa take souls, you get sent to the Nazareth pussy
Niggas duck while they gathering, tuta named Katherine, send the drop and the 'matics in

For the gang, she just gon' suck it, gon' fuck it, get the drop from the oppys
Look, we don't need a molly, you jacking this ??? we spinning your body
Prolly kidnap your mommy, cut up her body, get sold to them zombies
Business with the oppys, I don't got it on me, they send me the shotty
The bullets departing, you cannot dodge
Bullets into your body
(The bullets departing, you cannot dodge
Bullets into your body)

For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming
For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming

For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors

In the arms got a baby here bleeding out
Fuck the broom, get the mop, we gon' clean it out
Watch him walk out the house, bullets steam his scalp
Skin is cold in the spot, like the heat is out
Got the heaters out, gang is creeping round
Apollo Creed in the choppa, lets beat him down
In the hallway like gang didn't need a house
(Hollows rip through his chest, he need Jesus now)
For the gang, split heads with my chop, don't ask me, he in Satan's hands
Max ThaDemon I don't follow Jesus plan, if you do I'll just press bullets, you meet the man
Told ??? he flying like Peter Pan

Got the drums in the spot, we don't need a band
All the sticks in the spot, we the drummer boys
And his brain get thrown back when the gun deploy
You don't scream from this chop, get a different toy
Have you up in the church like a christian boy
He got wet in the church like a altar boy
(He got wet in the church like a)
Holy water, the whole choir, kidnap your sister, you don't find her
Got the heat in the streets, I'm the Ghost Rider
He not heated enough, he get more fire
And that's more trauma, shoot from all angles like, where to run?
If my .30 get jammed, click a different one
I got Black in the cut, he the hidden one
If my shot don't connect, he not missing son
He like, "Where in the fuck is y'all hitting from?"

And we dressed in all black, we got mittens on
And we dressed in all black, we got
Gang, gang, gang

For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming

For the gang, babies gon' hop out them Jeeps, get to kick, get to drumming
For the gang, we just gon' sweep through them streets cause my janitors coming

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