Paroles de Teflon Don (feat. John Conti)

C'mon, man I ain't wan' know shit 'bout nothin' (uh) It's Biggie Man, I'ma start talkin' 'bout my guns Yeah, machines and lines take down the bums Muhfucka, I'm sellin' them With or nah a nigga target, I'm blastin' them Damn, extra-shine magnum or a black Glock Don't metter, I'm packin' 'em in my block I got shot down in the hood where I was raised Yeah, took my papers, my gat and my shade I played dead and since then I'm on the fuckin' chase They ain't think of blastin' at me, it was the stake Gat for years, baby And a crew of trusties niggas packin' like crazy Muhfucka, naturally, I took over this shit I'll show you the clip, come closer to my street I'm gon' talk, you listen Like a movie scene, takin' down all rats Yeah man, In my grip got all the maps Nah like drama, I put it all on tracks Yeah man, the gun-orders come in packs I'm gon' talk, you listen After tryna take me down, he only sleeps the lights on Fuck, you back down so I'm gon' move on I'm illegal, I could even set up a legit gun store They ain't comin' back to my hood no more (uh) They thought twas gon' be heaven, but it's purgatory But I ain't lookin' drama, gon' put up a don't disturb I'ma keep it lowkey, ain't tryna be like a bird Don't try to play me or I'ma drop you to the curb Muhfucka, you ain't got a nothin' about me Unknown for now But someday y'all know the real 'bout me Losin' paper to the cops betta than get on the lock New York, I'm so for real and I cop my Glock I'm so unfiltered and authentic, man, I spit lines Muhfucka, look, I'm stay on the grind I'm gon' talk, you listen Like a movie scene, takin' down all rats Yeah man, In my grip got all the maps Nah like drama, I put it all on tracks Yeah man, the gun-orders come in packs I'm gon' talk, you listen After tryna take me down, he only sleeps the lights on Fuck, you back down so I'm gon' move on What's poppin', man? What's the plan? Merkava? Damn, I wan' fuck this muhfuckin' game I'ma give you the lowdown on what's really goin' on I'ma Gangster like Teflon Don (yeah) I like it when things go my way Like Mossad ready for the gunplay Fuckin' bad day Crows croakin' and semi-auto's spray (c'mon) Bang, I'm the only one black dog, nigga (c'mon) The feds got the string and my face picture I'm gon' talk, you listen Like a movie scene, takin' down all rats Yeah man, In my grip got all the maps Nah like drama, I put it all on tracks Yeah man, the gun-orders come in packs I'm gon' talk, you listen After tryna take me down, he only sleeps the lights on Fuck, you back down so I'm gon' move on Yeah Why we like and rep the hard-hitters? 'Cause they're like us (yeah) Pushin, packin' and blastin' The Black Southside