Red Cafe - No Witnesses lyrics
[Red Cafe - No Witnesses lyrics]
Shakedowwwwwwwn! Two words, no witnesses
RIP stack Bundles
Til the cops kill me, I forever stack bundles
Never pass rock to a runner that fumble
Who the fuck wanna meet me
In a one way tunnel?
Bet I make 'em say uncle
Word to BIG, y'all never where I be
I be havin everything on, Liberace
No security, just a couple goon niggas
We be mobbin' through, make room niggas
We down for whatever
What you niggas wan' do? You be kissin'
You be huggin' them hoes we runnin' through
See I count hella cash, smoke hella grass
Mash through toll roads
Don't wave the E-Z pass
We raise the murder rate, leave no witnesses
Beef I finishes, leave my signatures
On top of the game
It's been a long time comin'
Had lot of warrants
It's been a long time runnin'
Cop a new chopper
Pop it off see what it sound like
News flash, I'm the livest in the town
Right!?
And he pitchin' rocks on a mound, right
Keep them locs on 'cause I
Ain't tryin' to eye fight
Two words, Bad Boy, Cafe, Fab boy
Flatbush, Brooklyn, Arm & Hammer
Stay strap boy you cowards is pussy
I ain't even gotta ask boy
I'ma stay on point, I'm Steve Nash, boy
Sugar in ya tank
Your game be shootin' blanks
Blood on my shank, my game be high rank
Fuck y'all think you wasn't gon' see me
In that big ass hog, doin' it HD
With my ignorant chain and my bad ass bitch
Then I pass it to my niggas
Y'all can have that bitch
I'm the underdog here
This my summer job here
Y'all them undercover haters
So no wonder y'all here
I'm still hoop bangin'
So I'm good on each side
I be on the West coast
Screamin' out East side
Dippin' down south in one of my G rides
I ain't never hard to find
I'm right in the beehive
What else, what else
RIP stack Bundles
Til the cops kill me, I forever stack bundles
Never pass rock to a runner that fumble
Who the fuck wanna meet me
In a one way tunnel?
Bet I make 'em say uncle
Word to BIG, y'all never where I be
I be havin everything on, Liberace
No security, just a couple goon niggas
We be mobbin' through, make room niggas
We down for whatever
What you niggas wan' do? You be kissin'
You be huggin' them hoes we runnin' through
See I count hella cash, smoke hella grass
Mash through toll roads
Don't wave the E-Z pass
We raise the murder rate, leave no witnesses
Beef I finishes, leave my signatures
On top of the game
It's been a long time comin'
Had lot of warrants
It's been a long time runnin'
Cop a new chopper
Pop it off see what it sound like
News flash, I'm the livest in the town
Right!?
And he pitchin' rocks on a mound, right
Keep them locs on 'cause I
Ain't tryin' to eye fight
Two words, Bad Boy, Cafe, Fab boy
Flatbush, Brooklyn, Arm & Hammer
Stay strap boy you cowards is pussy
I ain't even gotta ask boy
I'ma stay on point, I'm Steve Nash, boy
Sugar in ya tank
Your game be shootin' blanks
Blood on my shank, my game be high rank
Fuck y'all think you wasn't gon' see me
In that big ass hog, doin' it HD
With my ignorant chain and my bad ass bitch
Then I pass it to my niggas
Y'all can have that bitch
I'm the underdog here
This my summer job here
Y'all them undercover haters
So no wonder y'all here
I'm still hoop bangin'
So I'm good on each side
I be on the West coast
Screamin' out East side
Dippin' down south in one of my G rides
I ain't never hard to find
I'm right in the beehive
What else, what else