Rumors Songtext
von EBG Ejizzle

I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don′t like to slide up on they block cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different glocks three different Gens
Pull up with my white boy he gon' shoot that bitch like Jermey Lin

I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don′t like to slide up on they block cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different glocks three different Gens
Pull up with my white boy he gon' shoot that bitch like Jermey Lin

The city know who up the score
Trying to see who next to go
Blame the bitch who made the post just like his partner he got ghost
Bezzle gang free double O
Sliding the max with Mexico
He got gas like Texaco
AR With a telescope


I'm in the booth off gas and lean
Cheddar tweaking just popped a bean
In my hood bitch I′m the king
And I can′t speak on what we seen
I call the shots they knock you off
I took the risk I paid the cost
We can't take another loss
It′s they fault they threw the cross

You can't swim you bound drown
This glizzy ain′t never let me down
Investigation ain't make a sound
Made my bond back on the town
Had to trade the 50 round
If I throw the lob Lil′ Yo gone slam
Promag on it it's bound to jam
Damn Lil' Ant you let me down

I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don′t like to slide up on they block cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different glocks three different Gens
Pull up with my white boy he gon′ shoot that bitch like Jermey Lin


I been hearing rumors in the wind
I tell my men to spin
Really don't like to slide up on they block cause they might turn me in
Fuck the bitch then fuck her friend
Three different glocks three different Gens
Pull up with my white boy he gon′ shoot that bitch like Jermey Lin

Shoot that bitch like Jeremy Lin
Don't spare none cause we kin
We snatched the car we changed the van
Two Peru hoes and they was twins
Moe on the bloc he getting it in
Cartiers I cracked the lens
Just got a load then bought a Benz
So much hate it′s hard to win

I can't even drive I′m going 60 on the interstate
Damn Lil' Chris I miss ya' I swear to God I hate I miss your wake
You know I be making disses this just be shit that I wanna say
Them bricks ain′t hurt nobody
Why y′all shooting up houses anyway?

Why y'all shooting up houses anyway?
We can link up anyday
Can′t take the plea I fight the case
We knew that's them we got the plates
Pull up and dumped he got erased
Lil′ Yo sent shots out the K
You still survived it's yo lucky day