[Numbers Being Dialed - Phone Rings] [Hush] "Hello." [Shane Capone] "Whats up Hush?" [Hush] "Whats up, who this?" [Shane Capone] "Shane." [Hush] "
Tercüme: Hişt. This Is It (Intro).
as he knows to keep it on the hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush nobody has to know just keep it on the low hush hush hush hush hush hush hush hush
this the time for you to hustle up Baking soda beaken cup stretch it out whip it up 2 to 4, 4 to 8 I can make it double up Glock 40 hush em up If a nigga
emphasis is to get it It's Trina Weezie F. Baby Mannie handle the scripts It's all reminiscent to Gladys night in the pips? All my niggas jump around Girls jump on that dick It
Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American way.
You Feel This And Every Kiss That I Give Now Hush Little Lady Dont Rush Things Baby Cuz It Never Caught My Good So Lets Take This One Slow Cuz Love
[Intro] Look.. Listen here (Yuh) Yeah, I got 'em This for all them punk ass niggaz in this shit (I got 'em) If you a punk ass nigga you gon feel this
[Intro: Pastor Troy + (David Banner)] (Hahaha) Yo yo (Bone Crusher) Ya'll know what time it is! Yeah nigga, this your boy Pastor Troy Check it out, I'
How You Feel Wipe The Tears From Her Face And Said Strap I'm Foreal This Shit Gettin Scary This Shit Gettin Scary What In The Hell Have I Done Got Myself Into With This
this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you ran for the border with your crew I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme Libra is my sign
it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said They scared they scared to talk about it Bout it bout it bout it bout it
the ball timers thug disease Ain't no cure for this (cure for this) And if it is I don't want it (want it) I'm poppin' pimp pills, still stabbin' for
pop Now if it ever came down to it No matter the situation is my nagga I'm a do it run through it It's the other side that blew it fuck the questions
[Intro: 50 Cent] Yea I ain't even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the Kid, they know its me man. Fuckin kiddin me I run New York. [Chorus
at a distance confused and feel cyclones You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it Tracks appeal
on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel, and
