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F|nf Lieder, Nr. 3, 4, 5: Laue Sommernacht, Bei dir ist es traut, Ich wandle unter Blumen lyrics

1, 2, 3, 4
Verse One: Sheek Luchion

ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat
slingin' dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
L.O.X., when we ball
it's Pay-Per-View y'all
Straight movie
flee in the Z3 while woozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit
Esta mointo; as a nail but on point though
I'll blast up the loca
for skimming on my coca
L.O.X., in total control and power
and everything you see us with in videos be ours
my coat is $1500 keep your army in the closet
we gonna take it there nigga AS WE PROCEED


Verse Two: Jadakiss

Yo, you already know what I'm here for
Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason
bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and
When you pay good, you play good, stay good
I'ma get this money while you fake thugs stay hood
Why wouldn't I be stacking franks
15 in clip while you packing shanks
Iron swinger, hair triggers, Fed bidders
real niggaz, the lil' kids still dig us
Next time be careful who you bring drama to
speaker phone in the Suburban with 6 monitors
Pad lock everything filled to the top
Paniro, Luch, bounce in the coupe
with no trouble all my niggaz bubble like goose
Or geese, Nautica fleece it ain't nothing
but now I can drop 25 on the piece
Butta Nats do it with whoever, who you kidding?
back to back like green on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatments for them cats who can't freak it
But peep it, that weed shit, you can keep it
we trying to sell all the real units we can eat with

Verse Three: Styles Paniro

Fuck the cars and the clothes, sex and the bitch
homies that got life and niggaz that run thick
Like a pack of wolves with tools we all improve
chance I can drown I ain't jumping in the pool
when the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
My pigment is just a figment
better float up to Yonkers nigga choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricans, Jews and Wops
drinking booze 'bout to drop, trying to lose the cops
Same shit, where you at say where you at
I got my first felony, holding my gat
And I been robbing cats, slinging my sacks
Styles P-A-N-I-R-O
BM Doub., see that thug, get that dough
We ain't positive, but we ain't negative
the cops got guns and they don't like us where we live
Take notes, I'm smoking a roach, holding my toast
giving my quotes, to the shorties living with dope
we keep the rage in cuz we never made a mil.
So we blazin' all the faggots on the hill
fuckin' niggaz girls but they keep 'em on the pill
But dog wear your hat cuz the honey's type ill
everything is real

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