RILEY REID (feat. Jeune Loup) - RDCI

You do what I say that you would You know l'd do the same if I could But I guess I just forgot about it Maybe I'm spread too thin I meant what I said, don't doubt it I just don't know where to begin 'Cause I've got a to-do list Ten miles long And I don't know how to do this But I'mma do it on my own I'm just working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt me You do what I say that you would You know l'd do the same if I could But I guess I just forgot about it Maybe I'm spread too thin I meant what I said, don't doubt it I just don't know where to begin 'Cause I've got, got what I want, what I need No such thing As too much opportunity (too much opportunity) I got what I want, what I need I figure it out, don't you doubt me Don't you doubt I'm just working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this Take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Don't you doubt Working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss Why can't you see? I'm working on, working on, working on it I know I got, know I got ahold on this So, take a shot, take a shot, I know I don't miss No, don't you doubt me

(Man wassup? It's Terror Reid, Pouya 408 305 coast to coast You know how the fuck we ride) I was born with the mind of a mad man Undastand Terror pushin dust like a fan God damn You just found out that i'm the man? where you been at? I get more head than a snapback cap It been like that since way before we bounced back We snatching diamonds out the glass and we sell 'em right back Fuck around and get jacked Nah ya can't have it back The vanilla villain always Keep his train on the track So gimme da cheese Hit the flo' Reid all up in ya hoe Bust a 4 5 nose dive you ain't make it out tha doe Now we standing toe to toe But i can't stand a filthy hoe You ain't about this life So check yo self and get ghost Oh, he ain't know? I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows About enough doe to make the ocean explode This ain't a joke I ain't a tv show host I'm with the 305 demon doin the most And while we on the subject You fuckin with a suspect He frontin and we know that We fuck em up in public He prolly off that prozac Swingin from my ballsack Just got the 9 shined bitch made and you don't want that You can't rap like me mofucka i just started Comin to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed So lemme pass it off to the OG trend setta Microphone shredda Ya'll muthafuckas betta Follow me follow me I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like ya family in the sea With they feet all in concrete bitch Grab yo daddy's gun and come with me (Grab yo daddy's gun and come with me) Follow me follow me (Follow me) I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like a million in cash Grab the cheddar betta wear a mask Outlaws in the cut we bout to burn yo ass You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways It's always my way baby all day It's my day today i'm playin with the AK Got the 40 clappin broad day like ay bay bay I'm feelin myself 40 thousand on the felt I gotta problem can somebody give me help? Betta yet a belt see me hanging from my ceilin' fan No I cant be yo Superman 'cause I cant save myself Baby bone got a bone to pick with rappers Thinkin they slick they quick to lick the dick They jumping ship the ship no loyalty Money money money yea the root of evil Got me jumping over backwards like Evil Knieval Let me die like Elvis where I feel my safest I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is My bitches don't get fed Until they bring me bread How many rappers in my city really want me dead? Hate turnin to jealousy then it turn into bullets I look my enemy in the eye Yelling "pussy just pull it" You bout that i doubt that I take yo baby momma straight to Outback And blew her fuckin back out, i'm bout that Follow me follow me (Follow me) I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like ya family in the sea with they feet all in concrete bitch Grab yo daddy's gun and come with me (Grab yo daddy's gun and come with me) Follow me follow me (follow me) I could show you everything you was supposed to see Like a million in cash Grab the cheddar betta wear a mask Outlaws in the cut we bout to burn yo ass (uh) (Yo) (Hot Boxin) (Pouya) (Reid) (In this bitch, uh)

AnnotateLe loup de la street... Comme un écho dans la plaine, résonne le cri de la haine Nous entends-tu chanter nos peines Nous entends-tu pleurer tous nos frères Comme une bouteille à la mer Pourquoi nos larmes tombent et se perdent Nous entends-tu chanter nos rêves Nous entends-tu préparer la guerre Corleone n'est pas un film, à la fin j'vais vous laisser Mais tout comme eux je n'avais rien, je suis parti pour tout baiser Des vols, des effractions, des flingues et des tractions Je n'suis rentré dans le coeur de la vie que par pénétration Déflagration, l'enfer de la nation Je suis noir de relation et ces musiques sont les déboires de nos passions Dans le 9.4, c'est d'là d'où j'suis sorti Soit tu chasses avec les loups, soit tu manges que les orties Comme un écho dans la plaine, résonne le cri de la haine Nous entends-tu chanter nos peines Nous entends-tu pleurer tous nos frères Comme une bouteille à la mer Pourquoi nos larmes tombent et se perdent Nous entends-tu chanter nos rêves Nous entends-tu préparer la guerre Plus d'oseille, plus d'oseille (plus d'oseille, plus d'oseille) Y a peu d'espoir donc on veut plus d'oseille (plus d'oseille) Ce putain d'système nous bloque dans une impasse Ils attendent que tu sois bien blessé pour venir à la chasse On se rebelle, l'état nous classifie danger Ils ont pas tort y'a même des lions qui se font manger J'pense à ma famille, pas faire des choses à en perdre la raison Mais j'veux plus d'la famine j'veux faire un stock pour tenir la saison On fait c'qu'on fait, pas juste pour le faire Enfant de la misère Ici bas soit tu marches soit tu crèves, et on t'enterre Pour ça qu'on reste solidaires Enragés, dignes et fiers On est juste une meute de loups du ter-ter A l'époque je voulais manger On a grandi on veut se venger Je m'en bats les couilles du loyer Dans mes billets je veux me noyer Voyez, la rue n'est pas ce que vous croyez Les soucis me cassent les reins j'ai les os broyés Tu fais du rap arrête de chialer sur c'que t'as pas Dis-leur Kore, chef de meute je suis leur papa!