Bear Hill Songtext
von Raekwon
Bear Hill Songtext
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
What the fuck is going on, man?
Yeah
Let′s go, man
Drop it in the seven
Caught him at the light, yeah, it's heaven
90 Carat face, that′s my brethren
Chef criminals have to eat felons
Cheap hail, every nigga can't flex with me
Jar spilled the star hill, the dope from Park
Hill where fiends walk walls and cartwheels
Yeah, I'm not your average type rapper
Check my batting average, cat, I′m a snapper
Hanging at the MGM, yeah, they dap him
Hundred Rangers pull in, what up, trap fucking
Real hoes know the real hoes, between me and you
Keep it triller, I′m gorilla, these are steel toes
Pouring coke on the record, keep the grill froze
Cooling up in Becker, keep the grill closed
We got food in here, make a meal, wozen
Then get shot up when the thing blows
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y'all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y′all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
Stay in a bow tie, hard bottoms and go fast
A low rider, beautiful blonde hair, a dough wilder
Heard he spiking up oil, adore the coal miner
Out in Dubai, fly, my nigga, Lo line me up
Had a story of bless, hit the stove, partner
Everything that I own, I was in zone locking up
Yup, them killer hill boys lone popping up
From the staircase, then blown up, Rome guapping up
In the big park, park, yelling songs, lock it up
Shooting dice in the lobby cube, crime stopping up
Catch me out with a dime, you know I'm known to knock it up
In the hallway, all day, tall talk with us
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y′all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y'all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
What the fuck is going on, man?
Yeah
Let′s go, man
Drop it in the seven
Caught him at the light, yeah, it's heaven
90 Carat face, that′s my brethren
Chef criminals have to eat felons
Cheap hail, every nigga can't flex with me
Jar spilled the star hill, the dope from Park
Hill where fiends walk walls and cartwheels
Yeah, I'm not your average type rapper
Check my batting average, cat, I′m a snapper
Hanging at the MGM, yeah, they dap him
Hundred Rangers pull in, what up, trap fucking
Real hoes know the real hoes, between me and you
Keep it triller, I′m gorilla, these are steel toes
Pouring coke on the record, keep the grill froze
Cooling up in Becker, keep the grill closed
We got food in here, make a meal, wozen
Then get shot up when the thing blows
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y'all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y′all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
Stay in a bow tie, hard bottoms and go fast
A low rider, beautiful blonde hair, a dough wilder
Heard he spiking up oil, adore the coal miner
Out in Dubai, fly, my nigga, Lo line me up
Had a story of bless, hit the stove, partner
Everything that I own, I was in zone locking up
Yup, them killer hill boys lone popping up
From the staircase, then blown up, Rome guapping up
In the big park, park, yelling songs, lock it up
Shooting dice in the lobby cube, crime stopping up
Catch me out with a dime, you know I'm known to knock it up
In the hallway, all day, tall talk with us
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y′all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
At the top of the bare hill, we on it
Getting bricks from Hitsville, yeah, we on it
Getting rich while y'all mad as shit
We stay fresh and crisp for more money, boy, we on it
We on it
Writer(s): C. Woods, L. Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

