Superville - G-Unit

Superville - G-Unit

  • Year of release: 2017
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:19

Below is the lyrics of the song Superville , artist - G-Unit with translation

Lyrics " Superville "

Original text with translation

Superville

G-Unit

I bet all these classics make the city flip

Drop committees quick

Grip on all my Rocky willie shit

Knock you silly with

Hammer off my block affiliate

My fascination grew

To snatch your paper crew

Bash your faces too

Toolie kept

Candy at a movie set

Slept on me, I haunt you now

Leather seats, gas and horses round

Passin' torches, how

South Jamaican nigga causin' foul

Take that cross the street

Pay me cash and the cost is steep

Nigga talk is cheap

There’s two ways to life, most end up dead or in jail

The lil homies got a cravin' ass appetite

Water boilin', stove open on them cold nights

And if a nigga ain’t strapped he ain’t rollin' right

Gotta check my rear view for them blue and whites

TD Jake keep preachin' bout that street life

He get me goin' in the mornin', got my mind right

I got a bulletproof plan, you understand?

I’ve been through hell already I’m supposed to be the man

Drop Lamb'

Lil nigga on the rise

I body drop 'em every day and we don’t sympathize

Speedin' is my drive, one and only still

Feel like they owe me, will

Get on my O. D kill

If you approach me niggas know we got the realest shit

Paper stacks to hurt your feelin’s with

Nothin' changed, ain’t hearin' it

Niggas talk behind your back when you’re not lookin'

Run up on 'em ask 'em what’s shakin' and get shookin'

Ain’t nobody gave me the game I just took it

Then I started my own gang like Tookie

Last thing you seen was the Ryder Gang hoodie

Then toys talk like Woody

I’m hood like an uncle ass whoopin'

Never got my chain tooken

It’s crack cocaine cookin'

Put one in your head like I’m nookie

Apply pressure with this needle to they blood vessel

Supplyin' what they put inside they straight shooter

Raid outta Texas tryna die, state troopers

Your life’s on the line when you’re sellin' they Frank Lucas

But my bills on time and my bitches even they shooters

Pop a molly with you and put two in your Medulas

These pussy niggas programmed like computers

My son got a toolie and a flooded Frank Mueller

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