Legend Live — текст песни (Pimp Daddy f Lil` Ya, Yella Boy)

{Lil` Ya}
Fa` sho

{Yella Boy}
Rest In Peace Pimp much fuckin` love nigga

{Lil` Ya}
Huh-bra

{Yella Boy}
All The Time

{Lil` Ya}
From Lil` Ya and Yella who it is!

{Yella Boy}
It`s the fella with the chuck`s watch yo step motherfucka see
It`s Yella I dare ya, don`t make me act a donkey nigga
It`s time to get serious, so serious, ya see
It`s often I bring this shit for my nigga Pimp, ya bitch
When ya thought he was dead but he`s not
Thinkin` of my hommies, so I runs and grab`s my glock
Try to understand, but I can`t so I chill
Cuz now my boy gone, and he wanted was to stack and make a mil
Player hater`s gone, as my boy got caught slippin`
Heard about his death, and I straight started trippin`
People want to know how nigga`s from the Ca§h live
Call my boy`s start buckin` and kill
Runnin` a fuckin` joke and outside we got them thang`s better
Watch yo fuckin` step, if you ball let `em sing
Not really, givin` a fuck about them fella`s in the blue
I hop`s around the bin, and them coward nigga`s shot to
I`m gone out of my mind, that`s deadly on how I feel
I smoke`s to get loaded, but that shit, don`t make me chill
Now how the fuck you figure that my boy was really dead
Each and every day I`m seein` him in my head
Somebody`s got`s to pay for that shit, I`m on the real
I`m not gonna feel straight, till a nigga`s cap`s pilled
Luger think shit, cuz when I come, I`m comin` sweet
Spinnin` the fuckin` bin, knockin` you off yo fuckin` feet
Her heart like the strach up in my fuckin` Jean`s
Cuz you got`s to see much respect to the gangsta lean
Watch your ear`s slap, so you better be up on yo shit
Hope you in the present, when you meet the devil up in his pit
Ready for some drama, cuz I feel to much pain
Fuckin` with the Yella, another un-solved slang
I miss my nigga Pimp, now I got the fuckin` limp
Watch the 4x4 shell`s comin` quickly from my hip
I can`t forget the day`s so I always shed a tear
How my boy died pimpin` style on how he got killed
Droppin` proper lyric`s for the old Noogie style
I miss ya doin` the pimp, while I`m doin` the Eddie Bow
It`s all nigga, cuz you not gonna be forgot
Just for you, I make them hoes pop
When Slim defined the camp, and I know ya turnin` over
Missin` all that money, I thought I told `cha
Panties on the table makin` sure the end`s dance
I always thought you had another chance
I walked out God, for the mission that was done
In this fuckin` mission, ya see I lost my fuckin` son
Trend stay alive, cuz Ca§h Money never dies
Much love, much respect to you hear the trumpet cry Nigga

{Yella Boy}
Much respect

{Lil` Ya}
To my nigga Pimp Daddy

{Yella Boy}
Rest In Peace, Fa`sho

{Lil` Ya}
Got to be there

{Yella Boy}
Yella Boy, Lil` Ya, Tec-9 and it`s all good
From the heart you heard me

{Lil` Ya}
Representin` ya heard me

{Yella Boy}
Representin` all the time

{Lil` Ya}
Legend Live

{Yella boy}
Respect it cuz we a legend
Respect it, cuz we umm, un-dateable,
Ya heard that! Remember That!
Say That!