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Say Word (Letra)

Pet Shop Boys

Pet Shop Boys

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão


[ keith murray ]
Its the return of the lyrical lunatic
Still kickin rough shit
What you say? ill slap your stank ass bitch
I shake and build my craft like an architect
Teflon style rhymes be gortex
With the highness of the ruler on my cock
All this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stop
It be keith not bill
Murray not sweat
Your polotics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce
Flows be definite like well of course
Def squad go off a rough course
You weak wack niggas cant do me none
Five hundred radian height i run wit the sun
Apparently you need to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the s c i e n c e
Fake ones fear it
Real ones cheer it
Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit
Wit logic and breaches i justify my means
See you on the scene
Fuck you up like tyson did the big screen
And fagll rock yeah bees like that
If you kill my dog im a slay your cat

[ chorus: def squad ]
Say word ( 7x )

[ redman ]
Face off wit castor troy
Strap your boys
Hook yall to answer cant bang half the noise
Ask dunkin hines got my shits twice as moist
Plus status
Do it to a t b a for rackets
Pull out the vicks 44 cough suppressant
Then talk about me on hbo cab confessions
Got a bitch gobanas
Hangin out the honda
She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up
I smoke wit the luniz out in the bay
Before you get smoked i ask who you wit wit jay
Its bizarre hyphen are
Make mics dissolve
My penmanship run concurrent wit lightnin rods
I clap you in the spine when i grab on mine
You so soft i should call you 101.9
When i pull out the denim
And break the call minum
You stupid i act stupid right along wit ya

[ chorus ]

[ erick sermon ]
I step out the truck like you want somethin
Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin
Fly guy, the type to flash the figure
Same type who would cold backstab his nigga
I know you, you a hater
You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator
Your envy is strong
Outlook is wrong
Dont compete wit the vet my track recs too long
Mercedes wack but theyre pumpin the song
Recitin it word for word when my tune comes on
Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds
Your carrying and walkin
When you shouldnt be talkin
Bitch him, call cube and the mob to lench him
Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension
Theres a few things ive got to mention
Def squad be the name and boys the definition
Thats my word

[chorus]

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Say Word (Letra)

Fat Joe

Fat Joe

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, don’t get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them beemers, them NSX’s, them Lexus
All up in the clubs, buyin out the bars and shit
Uhh, money man in the house
Yeah, uhh..

Sparks are flashin from oowops blastin
A face gets bashed in for street crews clashin
Forever be forever great
It’s the same shit tomorrow, eulogies of sorrow
Nonstop dramas, chumps think they hard smokin ?
It’s all for steel my son, light as a tongue
The connections I got, I can lamp while you get done
Remember that, I dismember cats that act
A plain and simple fact is I react on impact
I’m plenty versatile, wild
Have you screamin like your head short a few vials
No more slabs and dollar cabs
Strictly Lexus Coupes with my troops feel the Alpine blast
Extra dark tints, for sticky events
Suspense makes the lead dispense
A baby oil massage when I’m feelin intense
Fly mami’s with ki’s taped to their bo-ties
Transportin through a airport securities
In cahoots with the San Juan authorities
Hated by majorities, loved by minorities
Uhh, the top dog, ??
Hazardous to your health like smog

Chorus: Fat Joe (repeat 2X)

(Say word) Word! Fuck what you heard
Shit is realer than you think, you niggaz must be slow
(Say word) Word! You best to act like you know
It’s that real nigga shit from Fat Joe

[Fat Joe]
Business chatter’s over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmy’s Cafe, a glass of Peirier
Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I can get her and a friend
Menage a trois livin the life of a star
Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams
While you suckers havin limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up
A Fat Beat truck’ll be pickin all you guys up
Word to mother, shit is realer than you think
Hit my lady with diamond rings, gold links and minks
A nickel-plated trey-deuce, pearl handle is pink
So there’s no muggin, all you niggaz must be buggin
The mac in the trunk’s what I’m luggin
(Say word) GEYEAH, save it for the hook
Terror Squad’s everywhere you look
Niggaz is vexed from all the hoes I took
From Trinity Ave all the ways down the Brook

Chorus 1.5X

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, goin out to my nigga Big Frank
1-7-0 Joe
Notorious One, yeah
Uncle Dan got my back
Charlie Rock L.D., up in Auburn, doin your time
Swear to God when you come home you’ll be on nigga
Word is bond, Tony Montana, rest in peace