Big Shots - Featuring Sin 가사

[Chorus: Begetz] Aiyo we Big Shots, we Big Shots And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas We takin Other People Money, they money And then we buyin all the cars, the cars Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome Besides that yo we stars, we stars [Fredro Starr] I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New York Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk Throwin hits at the judges, in the criminal courts Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this 4/5th, burnin my fist, pullin shades down, murderous bitch Anonymous threats, blueprints designin ya death Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates Black robes, funeral homes, shootin ya wake Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin Other People Money, we kill men [Chorus] [Sincere] My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you Mafia style, boss me? Body a child When I get locked it's like Gotti on trial Five years in the pen, separated from friends I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist The type to chase death, like faces of death Sippin the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me Claimin my Church, the type to put 'woke' in the church If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt Bustin my gun, who you know fuck wit dunn Put six in ya burners, I ain't feelin you son Stop the bull, ya ain't got guns to pull Ya still yappin, ain't enough gun clappin [Chorus 2X]