ฟังเพลงBest Out (Explicit)

Okay okay okay yes sir

Hell Rell J R Writer forty

This is how we do it maan

I am one of a kind yeah

It's now or never n***a

Time's up muthaf**ka

Let's do this

Aiyo I stop paying for coke get bricks on the muscle

Gorillas on they bulls**t welcome to the jungle

Fiends get served in the hallway welcome to the hustle

Where b***hes do anything for a hit of that glass d**k

When I'm outta town nothing less than a half brick

One Sixty on the dash nothing less than a fast whip

I floss when it's sunny got money for a rainy day

In the d**e spot a few blocks from where the Yankees play

Man I'm heavy in that BX borough we ain't gotta front for nobody

We just thorough and I'm sittin' on an arsenal rockets and the missiles

Took my advance and got my strip poppin' with them nickels

And when I'm in ya neighborhood you gotta go hide

Deliver bullets to ya door like them domino pies n***a

Say hello to my little friend like Scarface

I pull that f**kin' rifle right out the guitar case

Dipset the best out Hell Rell he fresh out

Jones the kuffe smacker he bringing them techs out

Sporty style 40 cal he bringing Corvettes out

Bezel the beast but I still show you what fresh 'bout

You know who shavin' the grams 40k on the hand

Killa n***a what more can I say about Cam

J R the writer of writers and Santana

Back like cooked crack he even supplying suppliers

The type that I'm tighter tight 'cause I'm writer

Write 'cause I'm nicer site for the lifers

Knifes in the cipher writers a viper listen this is butter

Even ringling brothers see I got the eye of the tiger

Before I met killa cam I was dealing killa grams

I mean killer grams throws a tan fill a pan

Recorded in the hole where you couldn't chill or stand

No booth microphone hangin off the ceiling fan

Mass million fan sittin' in the Belly Hilton

Watch how I heavy kills him Bessey Chevy Desi fill 'em

But I still ain't break a sweat yes I'm chillin'

Veet wong seat wrong Tito gonna bet the building

I been grind to lean sniff lines for fiends

Grams chopped tan rock I pitch lima beans

Piff grind was mean had 'em dumb stuck

So when I say uncut I don't mean behind the scenes

Dipset the best out Hell Rell he fresh out

Jones the kuffe smacker he bringing them techs out

Sporty style 40 cal he bringing Corvettes out

Bezel the beast but I still show you what fresh 'bout

You know who shavin' the grams 40k on the hand

Killa n***a what more can I say about Cam

J R the writer of writers and Santana

Back like cooked crack he even supplying suppliers

Yo I'm a NY G like Jeremy Shockey

Come through drop my coupe like I meant to be sloppy

I got DJ's kickin' karate

'Cause they throw my wax on and take your wax off like Mr Myagi

Pimpin' I'm cocky I slap your broad on the cheek

And send her home barefooted you massaging her feet

You probably go down on a freak you're hardly a meat

But we ain't mad 'cause you're proving you are what you eat

Your squadron is weak speak and get a broken something

Need a plate in ya grill like a toaster oven

F**k it they even got dojas frontin'

Shakin' your cola only time your coke was bubbling cousin

Cal get weight with no problemo

Ride around ya block sell it out the car window

And ya mom's been know that I chop rocks

That make your father cop like Carl Winslow

Dipset the best out Hell Rell he fresh out

Jones the kuffe smacker he bringing them techs out

Sporty style 40 cal he bringing Corvettes out

Bezel the beast but I still show you what fresh 'bout

You know who shavin' the grams 40k on the hand

Killa n***a what more can I say about Cam

J R the writer of writers and Santana

Back like cooked crack he even supplying suppliers