Ein Herz Für Sünder Lyrics

Oliver Kalkofe

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Lyrics to Ein Herz Für Sünder
[Memphis Bleek]Get your ones, get your gunsMuthafucker it's onNew millenium, and what?Bleek re-bornAll the haters eat a dickWho I'm riding with bitchYou know the game and the nameI ain't change for shitI toke cuatro cinco, when uno saysKeep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with thisMy guns German, bullets burningWhere them bricks I'm searchingI need the money urgentAnd I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me nowI'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it downAll my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reasonFuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezingAnd these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got styleI make it look good being wildWith da game I got, anything I gotI hate everything in site, whether aiming or notHook (X2)[Noreaga]Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?Why you niggas all running outta state for?You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take forNow you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha?[Noreaga]What, what, I do this shit for the streetsJust left Iraq, bout to meet with BleekAiyo, and we both got weed in tonsWhen me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs!Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acountsOn the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounceClip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussingHow you dig up with my style, the way I be rushingJust to style you head inYou drove to a dead endSo what you gon' do now, once I but lead inI say what, what, now y'all say what, whatI say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugsAnd I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugsYet I do this shit because crime paysI'lI rock a cescear and doo ragAnd I don't got waves(don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves)Hook (X2)[Memphis Bleek]Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn statesJust hand me the eightHave a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escapeWhere the D's won't find meTrees is lime greenHoes give head just to ride and watch springsNiggas gon' hate, 'cuase we trying to get richMy steak got A1, I can taste the chipsGive them facial hits, from the chrome thou flipWith the serious scratch, get them pinacles backYou can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of theseMy bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my stingFor the 9 double 9, these streets is BleekAll my niggas on the run just got to eatHook (X2)




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