Danny B, The Notorious B.I.G., 2Pac, MIST, Sidhu Moose Wala - 01. 47 - Sidhu Moose Wala, 2Pac, The Notorious B.I.G. & Mist lyrics

6 foot da jussa ni
Rehnda barrel'a moohre taneya
Mere purkhe dasde ne
Ni mein ladan layie hi baneya
Jeone to maarne tayi
Ni mein kamm jaanda' saare

Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
Uhh

Sick, thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on making money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac
Cause I be strapped with a Glock
And throw thangs like I'm born to pop
I hit this motherfucking gin and I be all in
Hell yeah, young nigga straight balling
And everybody wants to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug Life in this motherfucker catching wreck
Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set
But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a
Nigga tryna see if I'm a killer, come on

Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
Uhh

I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony
Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening
Smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still
I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets
Why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun
Nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga

Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
Uhh

Couple apnas, couple karleh
Yeah, I just blew a chase from the mameh
(oh gone) harami karla with his army (army)
Zooti and glassy in my party (glassy)
Moosewala and Mist, what the rahted (aah)
Pull it out and bark it, at the target
Still get busy with the strizzy, I'm a artist
(aah)
All the way to the bank, yeah, I'm laughing

Raule na' naal jurhde ne
Sun saah' loka da sukda
Din jaap to shuru hunda
Aa ke paap te mithiye mukkda
Baki puchi akhbara to
Ni mein ki a mere baare

Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare
Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare