How In The Hell Testo

Testo How In The Hell

[Sample X3](How in the hell do you expect me to understand)
[Tommy Whispers]
When your mouth is wired up and teeth broken from punches,
Can't smoke from the dutches, Your legs put on them crutches,
The street life I live aint nothin you wanna fuck with,
But go ahead and try it out, Letter be flyin out,
We ridin out, Find you where ever you think your hidin out,
Understand brother man, Uncle Tom, Son of Sam, Mother land,
Father forgive me, I got my gun in hand.
(How in the hell do you expect me to understand)
And that's a whole nother language,
I bang with a lot of gangsta you don't wanna hang with,
Murder murder look at your face, You see the burner,
Fast learner, Big Mac burglar, I'm bout to serve ya,
Milk shake, Totter on my side, Check my milk crate,
Mad features, Doin my own, And it just feel great,
Mixtape, Disgrace, I don't waste time,
So don't waste mine, I can always waste rhymes it's nothin.
[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]
(How in the hell do you expect me to understand)
I don't talk what you talk,
I walk a whole nother path that's how it is in New York,
(How in the hell do you expect me to understand)
Loud mouth on deaf ears, Drink beers,
Celebrate every days like New Years.
(How in the hell do you expect me to understand)
[Tommy Whispers]
If it aint about a buck then it don't make sense,
Approach the bench bent, Stare at the judge, I'm feelin tense,
My eyes been fryin, Hella brothers ever since,
Undercovers been discovered yet they couldn't get us pinched,
So they tried to get their little warrant, But it wouldn't stick,
Like wrists to the ribs, Everything is politics,
If you aint got the money for the lawyer then your sittin.
(How in the hell do you expect me to understand)
Understandin is the shit,
That's when you get to comprehendin everythings legit,
Your paper work correct and you collectin all your chips,
Bank account flooded, And you fuckin in your whip,
Outfit about a thousand then you then you crush em with the kicks,
Straight up out of housin, Look at me I'm gettin rich,
Whillin on the island with a pretty little bitch,
She don't talk very much, She thinks the Hulks not even Whisp,
A whole nother nigga, Now aint that some shit.
[Chorus]
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