Представляем точный текст композиции "There It Is" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «There It Is» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brotha Lynch Hung & C-Bo - "There It Is"
Lyrics to There It Is : This song is dedicated to the niggas that be bumpin gums and talkin shit behind a nigga back knowing I cant defend myself. If you trippin, oh if you trippin then it must be you Im talkin bout. And if it aint you ... dont trip [Brother Lynch] Drop niggas like bad habits thats the truth Mutha fuckas be runnin around actin like they bullet proof How could I trust you when you couldnt bust two slugs for me' Talkin bout you thug homie you really aint got no love for me Anyway what you do for me' ... Nuttin You wont let the 45 keep buckin what you talkin bout in yo stuff' You dont live no where near gangsta street And if I wanted to I could take out some of yo teeth And for the rest of my life have beef and you know what I do with meat Known to cheat, creep from the back in the Cadillac Seville Pull out the strap and the tack to peel And if it dont happen Im keep doin music and talkin shit about you Never even mention yo name, cuzz itll all come out you a bitch ass nigga You live yo life all secluded, if I wasnt around you wouldnt do shit Talkin bout you jack niggas, put him in the back wit a blue rag around they snuggle Used to have a huddle of Sicc Made Niggas now its only me to rumble Eat em up like gumbo dont trip how could I know' I was so comfortable you took advantage of the whole Situation all that shit you makin it was cuz of me We was cool for all those years but I was blind and couldnt see [Chorus] There it is ... another nigga went ballistic on me Couldnt have is way so I guess he turned his back on me And if he didnt Im just tired of shit Id rather do it on my own do it all alone he was dipped [x2] [Brother Lynch] This some fake nigga pain How could I of knew it fat supply of liquor fluid And some green leaves that stank up the whole house Thats how we had it everyday Make sure my niggas was drunk and high in every way 3 oclock in the morin comin home drunk and fall out I didnt give a fuck it was my homies I went all out Then I found out most of em fake like Van Damme They knew about the game but couldnt break a damn can With hollow tips in they hands I juked em like a crack sack Made em feel hella bad made sure they never comin back They showed me too much shit I couldnt take it couldnt make it Another year dealin with all this fake shit Nigga yeah ... and nigga Im tired of you spyin on me Kickin it with that other mutha fucka that be lyin on me Why homie' I thought me and you was untouchable You be tellin everybody what you know, so bye homie There it is ... another nigga went ballistic on me Didnt think I loved him so I guess he turned his back on me And if he didnt Im just tired of shit Id rather do it on my own do it alone he was dipped [x2] [Brother Lynch] In some weak nigga sauce, the kind you put on spagetti Im a kick back nigga but Im armed and deadly And Im shootin them gangsta medleys to yo heart and soul Known to put a mini mack in a nap sack and get off the yack and kill a CEO Then you can see me smoke circles out yo neighborhood With a tar can in my lap 20 pack and a 50 sack Metal to metal then he wont settle til you in that wood I cant help it thats how it is I may run up in yo crib and get yo kids You know I could, you couldnt touch me with a silencer form long range I tried to do all I could but you think its all game Sit at home drunk and judge niggas You remind me of my uncle of always havin a grudge, nigga Aint nuttin gon happen that aint suppose to happen Appse to rappin I close the gap in I hit that ass with a mini mack, closed captions Cuz Im a MVP, Maximin Violence Profector And if you fuck wit me, fuck you in the ass with the weapon Grew up in the GBC, a hood where niggas really dont give a fuck Smash pass the one-time hittin blunts Smoke the whole parkin lot up And you already knew that about me nigga whats yo problem' Bumpin them gums like you Green Goblin we gon be squabblin [Chorus x4] [ There It Is Lyrics ]
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