Представляем точный текст композиции "Make It" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста House Gang Animalz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Make It» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую House Gang Animalz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
House Gang Animalz - "Make It"
Lyrics to Make It : [Intro: La Banga (Carlton Fisk) {Donnie Cash}] Damn, whoo! (Mothafuckin right, yeah!) Whoo! Yup, Loose Linx, rest in p., Y, rest in peace baby You hear me' (We gon hold you down, nigga) Its time for Carlton Fisk, La Banga {Its goin down!) We nothin but danger, we demonstratin the lotto {What up, boy we got your beat, nigga what'} {Its us Shaolin nigga, and every Shaolin nigga aint a dust head boy} (Fuck that) {Know what I mean'} {Yo, yo, yo} [Chorus: La Banga] We gotta take it or make it, niggas want us to fail Yo, watch us take it to niggas, yo watch us shake up these niggas We bout to break up these niggas, for thinkin we frail We gotta make it or take it, I know these niggas is hatin I know these niggas is fakin, they want us to fail I know these niggas is shook up, by the look, I can tell [La Banga:] Aiyo, Im here soldiers, attention, its your captain Better yet the general rappin, if you askin See, I answer questions, before they get asked Im sorta like a psychic, predictin your actions Im free from that prison for your mind, and no longer Held captive, I captured, knowledge for glory Im tired of them lame ass stories Now I make my own moves independently, so a major can call me I know Im nice, hotter then yall Hotter then the hand of a bank stocker when he poppin off dice Never sell your man a dream, you get caught for your life Never misguide your team, or you burnin off stripes Havent you heard' Its better not to have enemies In addition to friends, keep em close, never foil your plans Everybody want somethin for somethin If it aint power, respect, its cash and grams The streets demand it, everyone cautious Walk with your cannons, keep on, cock them hammers See a vick, tell him, put his hands up I know niggas that rob niggas, and pop niggas Then you aint got the right answer Straight answer nigga, ante them grams up [Chorus] [Carlton Fisk:] My co-defendant snitchin, I gotta make bail Before parole come and get me, fuck sittin in jail What Im doing, where Ive been, been a topic so long Where the house, where the car, where the ice on my arms' All my Loose Linx, Live, Live, Live from New York A 100 Rounds, spittin life support For those that like to talk, not knowin how they life was lost Talk that big money, better hit the hungry off Cant come through my hood in a Porsche Pink ice on your watch and cross, and not acknowledge the boss Carlton Fisk in this bitch, and grenades get tossed And you know you cant keep the good down for long What dont kill us only make us strong Cock sucker, if you think we came to fuck around, then fail you wrong Move, you gone, been incarcarated too long Locked in bullpens, even my fingers tryin to get home Parole cant touch me, listen, movin out rims spinnin Make decisions, cake for livin Carlton Fisk just escape from prison, but his face remain hiddin [Chorus] [Donnie Cash:] Aiyo, D.C. handle his biz With a flow like your brain on drugs, itll scramble your wig I let these slugs man handle your wiz Its a Loose Linx thing mothafucka, thats how animals live Cant catch me, Im harassin the kids And Donnie did Cash til the mansion and the Hamptons my crib You a thug, why you panic with the hammers and slid Type to panic, in the slammer cant handle a bid Cant stand a nigga lyin, he a snitch, grown man cryin, he a bitch Shots flyin from the iron, leave him lyin in the ditch Ive been down to wild out Tim Brown, slim brown, Timbs brown, foul mouth Never been down or back out, and been down to back out Go head clown, act out, Donnie keep the pump Just in case Im outside of the club, and nigga think Im a punk Seen you drinkin nigga, thinkin Im drunk Fuck what you thinkin in the blink of the pump When the problem man, hollered in, I drive by, shootin hollow heads From the mothafuckin doller van, follow fam' [ Make It Lyrics ]
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