Представляем точный текст композиции "Reachin For Fame" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Reachin For Fame» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung - "Reachin For Fame"
Lyrics to Reachin For Fame : (feat. CO, Tall Cann) [Lynch Talking] Yeh, yeh.. Back at that ass once again Had to do it, bitch niggaz in the town Ya know what Im sayin Ima tell em what I know Know what I know [Brotha Lynch Hung] Word on the streets is dont quit ya day job I own spots while you wont even get to own a spot Im unconcious sippin on that sugary Saint I-des Your raps need that Midas touch while mines rhymes Its suicide fuckin wit me, believe it Ill tuck the fifty cal now cause some niggaz tried to get me Split me in half like a joint bitch, I had it crackin Slugs went flyin through ya window, nigga Im the captain You just rappin to get by, might have to get to wrapped in a 6-5 Might have to get that truckin and get locked Nigga you taste good like sour cream and chives over potatoes Im a tornado, you just a puddle A poodle talkin shit bout to get one put in ya noodle Biotch ya got the nuts to be attackin back at me My chap Im strapped have the fifty pound metal in the back seat And its all legal, got me dumpin at ya Regal wid the do dirty Gotta get mine done no matter who hurt me Every bitch I got I got the key to the spot Better hide yo bitch before I get the key to your spot Stand right over ya bed wid yo glock Put one right in ya head ya whole cake You aint even gon play my shit rock up just like cocaine You a no name Im preachin you still reachin for fame [Tall Cann] Same old shit but a different day Back at these niggaz like boomerangs Nigga wanna come around and do my thang Bangin these niggaz for the dead issues Call the paramedics to get you Not fuckin wid me in this lifetime Not thinkin in my right mind Like Mike Tyson when its my time Got these niggaz hollerin woof Baby you aint hard as hundred proof My fellow you just a nigga that wont fit in a puddle Piece a shit, nut ridin get your ass outta hidin Dip on 21st street ridin there wont be a survivor Yo ass aint no McGuyver you done say the wrong thangs The method that I got to give em bustin out some teeth to say the less You can save the rest for later I mean Im way to major like E-major nigga You claimin my game but you aint nothin but a hater So when I pull out my tool scram Ya riddled drain eggs and ham you in the fryin pan The way I reach out and snap a nigga like a rubber band Oh no there goes another man tryna fuck wid the Siccmade fam Uh, Uh again', God damn [CO] These niggaz talk alot of shit but dont really know about C-O That sneaky motherfucka hit ya ass like ya P-O When ya least expect it with the cold Smith and Wesson Have my bitch, set you up at the telly get you undressin Then its lights camera action my pistols blastin Ya night went from cashin to missin fractions But shit do happen, so ya shoulda been ready Instead of doin all that yappin shoulda copped you somethin heavy We deadly, like rattlesnake bites yall the taddlin type Deal wit my pain and probably rattle ya life So instead of worryin about ours you need to see Whats the matter wit ya life' Whats the matter wit ya life boy, ya cant get it right' Whats the matter wit ya life boy, ya cant get a life' Then spark it up this hitter does so ya cant get no ice So now ya wanna hold a grudge wid, niggaz like us Beause we move shit like drugs where yall stayin and cus And talk about the same shit all day And us we on the next page and after that the next page So try again the next day if you cant fade us today Practice makes perfect lil guy stay in ya place [Brotha Lynch] Im a Southside rider, funk provider Leave you in the trunk tied up, punk ya lied to us Just to tryna glock wid us get a piece of the pie wid us We too O-G, I dont fuck wid them mics cuz Im diggy down it will take plots to get me now And I got the fifty thou, wanna bet ya not get me pow Im the threat starter fire starter put a hole in ya Starter And you couldnt find me cause its time for departure Tryna get ya CDs out, I know it start ya Blame it on me I got heat, I leave ya scortched up Im on the porch and nuttin up, Southside, keep locked Where the Gs knock niggaz out for fuckin up, we tuck em up Me and C-O and Tall Cann you cant fuck wid us We somethin rough you niggaz be punkin up we got pumps and stuff All up in the trunk and stuff we be waitin for attack Get me sprayin on ya pack and now you layin on ya back You aint payin all ya rap taxes institute of malpractice I put ya raps in a casket you half plastic Patty mealed ass nigga put ya raps in the thrashbin Ya clashin wid the Burbank titan fasten ya seatbelts Im bout to make ya meat melt That beer breath spittin meat chunks at ya wig punk I fear less rather hear less, you niggaz is tryna pay less I make ya days less trippin on the famous tryna get famous Nigga please [Tall Cann] Aint nobody fuckin wit me, this side of the city Northside gangsta ride turn you liars to sissies You aint bangin shit so miss me wid ya bullshit comment You know me, I worship drama that was a curse from my momma So if you wanna bring it here boy Northgate in El camino Im right here boy All day long all night strong we be runnin the North And I can have niggaz from your hood, run on ya porch Ya little cowards keep the gun in ya shorts We keep the blunts and the ports to blaze up After ya spirit raise up you still think you can rap you need to give them days up Its gonna cost you ya cap takin cheap shots at us So cuz toss me the strap and put these streets on hush Because they full of wack niggaz and they speak too much And now we cant have that because we G too much So Ima end it on this fact niggall bleed too much Ya keep talkin [ Reachin For Fame Lyrics ]
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