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Artiste:
Tony Yayo
Titre:
Oj Gloves
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[feat. Maino] [Talking: Tony Yayo] Yea they say it's a recession out here man It definatley is man Prices is high I don't even call these niggaz hustlers They strustlers Cause they struggling to hustle, feel me But man, only the strong survive, feel me That's why I'm still here nigga Yea [Tony Yayo:] Them bullets coming like the grim reaper The hurt like natural birth with anastesia Every little nigga got sour they scrambling They car jack ya for your shit out in camdon New jersey drive, In desperate times we do desperate things to survive You can't bring the knife to a gun fight Scandolous hoe's I'l set you up tryna pipe He only 13 made the front page Shot a boy down for his 13 flip greys And jordan is a billionaire His momma cryin I woulda got another pair We don't court in the street with our issues Fuck 3 years if we caught with our pistols We lock it down like pitbulls And if the feds start coming it's a pit fall [Chorus x2: Tony Yayo] It's a recession the street And it ain't getting better I'm married to the game For the worse or the better They show my oj gloves in nashville, nashville [Maino:] I rather die young than live long being broke I rather be feared than be takin for a joke Car full of guns, pocket full of hope A mind on a mill, kitchen full of coke All black everything nothing too colorful Ski mask and the gloves this is what it's coming to Damn right for the bucks we coming for you Knife work carve niggaz up something wonderful I'm a money making nigga of a gay-z Niggaz get washed up and catch bullet beds No tints half a brick in a louie bag You ain't seein nuttin nigga to we see the cash The streets hungry, killers coming lookin for you Either you take or you get somethin tooken from you It's quite simple you eat or you starve It's my god given right to go hustle and rob [Chorus]