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• Artiste: Rapper Big Pooh
• Titre: Dusty
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They say Hip Hop's dead, well I can resuscitate We getting bread homeboy, you better get a plate Then we so controversial, starting to sound commercial Thought talking money's universal They say I'm young, black and angry, niggas can't tame me Never had a habit doing shit that ashamed me Say I gotta change be, careful what you ask for You don't want it with a nigga when he come through that door Pooh come with it, shit I'm coming with the fo'-fo' All glow like a fiend, eyes at the corner sto' Looking for snow in the middle of August Diamond in the rough boy, spitting that flawless Never been a coach, still running with ballers You know I'm a bar spit, PSA what you call us Beat kinda grainy, Rapper Pooh spit heartless Land of the dead where these niggas run lawless, uh You know we tell it like it is right? Talk shit till these pussy niggas wanna fight Sleep days, making moves under moonlight [Notorious B.I.G.:] "Niggas mad because I know that cash rules" Yeah, you know we tell it like it is right? Talk shit till these pussy niggas wanna fight Sleep days, making moves under moonlight HOJ is the crew right? This ain't just hype, two niggas with mics Gun talk, off safety, we ain't too pussy to fight Aiyyo you muh'fuckin right, I don't claim to be Cause I am who I am, pretty soon you gon' see Guess it is what it is then, we can shoot the five Been deprived so long, just lucky to be alive Won't be survived by our wife and sons They know I won't be removed from the space till I'm done The undisputed one, pound for pound, second round They say third time's a charm, I'm liking how it sound Haters wipe me down from my fitted to my shoes Been paying my dues, brud' check the interviews Cause I'm on, niggas I keep being on the cusp Been blazing trails, been leaving dust Now we on the road to riches and finer things Foreign cars, pulling stacks out our jeans like 'bling'