Yeah, DJ Clue, Desert Storm New Nas, it's called War Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper Platinum Patron drinker, stackin' that grown paper God
Prijevod: DJ Clue. Je.
(feat. Nas) [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, yea, yea Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper Platinum Patron-drinker, stackin' that grown paper God pushed me
, the Squadron You what I sayin'? One time for DJ Clue, check it out Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard The Squad go to war like General
York back (yeah) Flex and the Pitbulls, Heavy Hitters, Kay Slay, Absolut Camillo, Lantern, load the wax up, cock and shoot Cypha Sounds, DJ Clue,
Intro: Styles Dj Clue. Desert Storm style baby. What nigga All: L-O-X, chest to chest, back to back glock for glock, Mac for Mac Dope and crack
stars And if I come short, it ain't no slack off my shoulder I'm waiting for this last bitch to get a little older What LOX niggaz, DJ Clue, 'till
1, 2, Freeway's comin' for yo' ass 3, 4, you better watch yo' stash 5, 6, have you duckin' from dem clips 7, 8, fuck it, I can't wait DJ Clue, [Incomprehensible
Fresh out, crazy [unverified], Shawn Taylor Hot 97, Damion Young, big shout out to fresh Jordan Ellie, MTV, Irv Gotti, Murda, Inc, my nigga Ja DJ Clue
DJ Clue New Memphis Bleek Understand what this shit right here is about Understand what this shit right here is about From Marcy Understand me, yeah,
(DJ Clue) The Professional Part Two Coming real soon! New shit! Crime life! Memph Bleek! Cease! Ja! (Memphis Bleek) Nigga, picture me hot, then picture
them suckaz is born now Come on now, probably work in somebody's store now Singin' my song now, while you moppin the floor now We here to burn {shhh} hope you know this is war
Geah what? Niggas bleek duro New shit, new shit We live Thugged out Smoked out Remember where you heard it first Yeah DJ Clue Yo, yo, yo I'm on now therefore
ll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) Chorus 2x Outro: DMX & DJ Clue (DJ Clue
Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the ***** Whoo Kid We gon' see if he know how to DJ
, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid We gon' see if he know how to DJ
[Justo] Word up, I be the one they call Justo if ya didn't know, Tryin' to check my man DJ Skee, With his new mix tape, Pick it up ya square, Ya heard
