Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Big PunisherНазвание : Brave in the HeartДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop east coast rap east coast Видео:
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"Remember Pun?" Yeah, check me out.. "Remember Pun?" Terror Squad.. [Triple Seis] I`ll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars that leave MC`s smashed but my Squad, is odd Y`all never seen relish, but always seem jealous of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters The ones who paid with they life I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight Better than before; rough, rugged, and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain`t a game, I`ll leave you maimed Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail-blazin like (Rasheed Wallace) What`s today`s knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker I walk the same streets the police take us Livin on the corner so won`t speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money son that`s all that it`s about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll On the low tryin to blow trees And for no reas`, we hit a nigga up for mo` cheese Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt [Big Pun] We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art Takin New York cats past the stars First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough Hold your toaster low, business never personal Just some words to know - if you run the streets come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry `em Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I`m dyin If that`s my destiny it`s meant to be Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let`s fight then I`m hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning Invitin the comp, ice on the arm Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx Mic in the palm it`s the ghetto God I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said she`d starve on a diet instead I`m a God in her eyes The father of Christ, sure to be immortal Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that`s mi hermano "Big Pun.." ".. will be here, forever" -> KRS "We brave in the heart.." ".. p-p-p-playin a part" "Amazingly smart.." ".. remember Pun?", "That`s the ghetto God" "We brave in the heart.." ".. p-p-p-playin a part" "Amazingly smart.." ".. remember Pun?", "That`s the ghetto God" "We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" "Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> KRS [Prospect] You ain`t understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet nigga wouldn`t think I did that shit I`m from where the guns love to introduce theyself Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady I`m John Blazin when you see the arms razin Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long `chette Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger than more berry I`m a cherry you a strawberry If you lost that mean I`m on top of the whip You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip You stop with the quick and never make another move Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues "Big Pun.." "Forever.. do you understand? FOREVER!" -> KRS [Fat Joe] Make way for krill, I don`t play I spray for real Blow your top with the glock, that`s my favorite kill Blaze your crib with like thirty shots I`m already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close Wanna keep your post then don`t beef with Joe Still niggaz think I won`t bring the heat out That`s like sayin Puff ain`t never beat up Steve Stoute Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth I`m, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real Joe Crack`s back like I never had a deal Hungry and shit, it don`t get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips The street`s a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish I keep a fifth for them niggaz that`s seekin to flip "We brave in the heart.." ".. p-p-p-playin a part" "Amazingly smart.." ".. remember Pun?", "That`s the ghetto God" "We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart" "Big Pun.." ".. for-EVER!" -> KRS "Do you understand? FOREVER!" -> KRS | Похожие исполнители:
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