my beat down he let me go, i turn the corner let my beat pound turn my beat down , wont turn my beat down I tell em never i forever let my beat pound
Übersetzung: TI. Let My Beat Pound.
Baby Geezie, Baby Gangsta popping pistols I'll flip you, straight switch you four nickel With me, I won't miss you I got the pistol Hoes jocking niggas hating, can't take us Can't
stack mail I beat a bitch like Ike every chance I get I beat a nigga like Joe beat Mike at ??? And I'm gone rep and stunt till I just can't quit and I
to bounce? So you can get paid by the pound; and more for the funkin ounce It's the Brooklyn sway And as I let the music play I wouldn't have it any
round here Get tore in a forrest, dare come around here I'm a country nigga, don't take me for no bammer When I say I use my hammer I ain't talkin 'bout
sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking
Cent You Heard Me Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka I'll fuck you up nigga Fuckin' punk ass nigga Don't nobody
envoy Like I just took him to the counter but I leave 'em how I leave 'em And I Colt feed him when I greet him With the pounders like he about to get... [
yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you?re scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They
, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo) Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep I'm sippin' Don, with Juan
be blown Motherfucker i’m grown I stunt i style i flash the sh-t I gets what the f*ck i want so what I trick Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy
came here to set this party off right Let's bounce toniiiiiight And if they don't let us in through the front do' Come through the siiiiiide Cause I don't
In The Pound Caught Him Spending 545 I No Lie Ask How, Out On Va, Camron Home, Come Through Here Cruise By, He Run In To Dem Ni**As That He Beat, He
and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps Well I really didn't, but I did accordin' to this contract I was thrown in
nigga, I run New York, Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York, I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk, Let's get this
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for
see me in a Will.I.Am suit But I wasn't that cute when I didn't have the loot And I don't smoke herb but I'm still real nice with the verse So fuck (