Представляем точный текст композиции "Re-up" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyheim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Re-up» — 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 - "Re-up"
Lyrics to Re-up : (feat. Two On Da Road (12 OClock, Prodical)) [Intro: Prodical] Yo son I know what time it is Yo tell em, 12, huh' (Yo hold the fuck up) Yo Shyheim Yo tell me its on (Ima punch niggas in the face) Hold that, hold that down son (I got this, I got this) Word up, we got this (Fuck that nigga, man) +Shit Iz Real+, all you rats on both coasts Brooklyn, Shaolin The block is hot, straight up (Pussy nigga!) (Read the rims) [Prodical] 87, drug, never change their game We regin terror, projects slang to ring up in the Beakles leather Plaque for the cheddar, shots out the face of the Beretta Through the corner store that lady and kid, they caught it raw Smokin leaf poor, make me wanna crack that niggas jaw Eatin with the poor, tryin to live life for what its for Twelve years later, caught me on tour Two on Da Road Two on the track, two with the plaques, two with the gats Iced out cats, better think twice before you rap Up in your bitch back, only a snitch get that Fuck the chit-chat, click-click-clack, through your Adams app Brook-nam grace and charm, remain calm In these big streets we struggle just to make ends meet Pigs with heat, livin out the Devils deceit See Im a rebel plus my levels complete Bitches say Im sort of unique You can catch me as a Playboy sheets Solid steel meet, I keep it real with the nique [Shyheim] Fuck a fair fight, come out my corner with a knife Yall big elephant niggas beware of us little mice You know that we like that cheddar, to make our life better Every colour, low sweater, drop-top Benz with the AMG letters, floatin like feathers Does it get any better' (Uh-uh, uh-uh) Never, no Cuz I write the rhymes, the rhymes I write be bumpin Rhyme architects that be brutal on production My brick house, you cant blow me down My thug drug music, smoked out ya town Radio Shyheim, you cant choke me out Cuz where the fuck Im from, we moke popo out [Chorus: 12 OClock] Shit is crazy real in the field Watch nigga blood get spilled over $5 bills, nigga And major drug deals on the real Watch a nigga get mils, and his bitch get him killed [12 OClock] Yo, P lets get this dough quick, shit on the wrist Platinum bracelets, see his Ranges the whip Summer time, comin quick you got eighty-five percent Nigga talk that slick and get his brain blown to bits Throw you in pits and nigga lock like pits Got my whole fuckin click, nigga, handlin fifths They blastin and shit, Im after that kid Who rock that glass Benz, nigga throw it in his wig Kidnap his kid, throw his brain in the fridge Slappy and pig, nigga, place where I live A nigga lookin jig and I run up in ya crib Who the fuck murdered BIG' whoever did, do a bid And let his daughter drop a fridge on his Move like the wind to Brooklyn Bridge, straight to my crib [Chorus x3] [Outro: 12 OClock] Close the mothafuckin door, what' Got my nigga Rson on this track 12 OClock on this track Prodigal Sunn on this track Got my nigga Shyheim the ManChild Definitely Brooklyn Zu Rewind that shit, nigga [ Re-up Lyrics ]
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