Представляем точный текст композиции "160.15" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyheim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «160.15» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyheim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyheim - "160.15"
Lyrics to 160.15 : (feat. Bee-Gee) [Intro: Shyheim] Mm... Bottom Up, yo! [Shyheim] Yall cant fuck with me, or my fuckin team What the fuck yall mean' Fuck Shyheim Like catchin bodies aint me, like armed robberies 160.15, aint my steeze Im big dick Hercules, Im from wildin wildin Staten Island Where the little homies, murked the Ds We bout it bout it, you can see C-Murder in our eyes 4/5/6 on my dots It was my finger that pulled the trigger, when he died Tell the creator, I said Ill check him later I done got it, all upstairs, thats why my peers call me elevator Me and bonifide gangstas, roll like skaters in Empire Kanye West rap niggaz, have em spittin through the wire You biters, Im gasoline, if it wasnt for me Yall wouldnt be fire, I got the industry tied up Held for ransom, pretty bitches tell me calm down handsome I just give them a stupid look without answerin [Chorus: Bee-Gee] Since the first time that I stepped through the door And lettin yall niggaz know, that I will bring the noise Move with some round niggaz, thatll bang the toys Gettin it all and poppin, in the streets, for sure ooww But since yall niggaz wanna hate, violate Unless you see how it is, messin with the great Pull my thing out, no safety on it, aimed at the target Squeeze off, let them shots rip your flesh apart, sure [Shyheim] Im from S.I., used to rock Wu-Wear Before my nigga Rasheem got murdered, I could say I used to care But now I dont, fuck around and hang myself If you give me, a long enough rope, Im stupid like that Ask my nigga Homi, I pack bigger macs than McDonalds Bang harder, than African booties, scratchers on bongos And yall dont pop, wont pop, I been in dope spots When the police raided, back when my hair was braided Back in the days on Halloween, we went eggin I used my building taggin manhunt, skills for slayings What you say is not irrelevant, you gonna need some good luck So cop two elephants, Im hell of bit, in the precinct Bitin the skin off my fingers, to disguise my prints And they still came back, go home, like Ma, its a real wrap Man listen, Im not going going, back, back, to priz-oh [Chorus x2] [ 160.15 Lyrics ]
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