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Артист: E 40Название : It`s On on SightДанные: текст песни / слова песни Видео:
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[Featuring C Bo] (Screeching tires gunshots broken glass sirens and screaming) Yeah (3x) They want problems Soon they want me waxed contracts on my ass It`s coming from the pen they say I owe `em cash Well enough to pass and they need it fast But what they failize (fail to realize) is I`ll be quick to blast Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work Dressed up like a female in a mini skirt Specialize in doin` dirt shootin` niggas in the shirt Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh Cutlass, guzzlin` down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky talkin` to a cutie standin` outside the movie theater sittin` on top of the hood of my Cutlass Smokin` on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette Clove found the affiliated cashes dick lickin` gainish beadie What the fuck? Where`s the peace treaty? Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy M-16`s don`t shoot no beebees Programmed to amputate anything that gets up in my way Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K. I can`t wait `till we bump heads Chorus: It on, on sight day and night no matter what I`m dumpin` I`m tryin to see you niggas `bout somethin`(2x) (I`m heated, them niggas cheated) We had a meetin`, shit (sup)posed to been squashed(3x) Shit was (sup)posed to been squashed I`ve got a hunch Meet me at the Olive Garden spot lets do lunch Foolin` em tried to pass the bucket set us up for locks Sons of bitches must think we some chumps Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps C-Bo: Nigga fuck stressin` pull it We kickin` the door with full clips Out of Magnums packin` when we blast `em we all out for the chips 4-40 water never slip Saw the niggas quick and then dip Before we spark the pipe bombs and blow the niggas shit to side Raise up off they block poppin` gizzun in a big fight All out non stop riders until our casket drop We smashin` blastin` on any while I remember my many Dash and blastin` double 23`s, fuck the enemies Chorus: One of my fake dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today He up in Pelican Bay three striker Through 25 to L `cause he goin` to tell on one of his high ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper With a ? sack on the side of his waist blood splattered all on the windshield wiper Somebody tried to take his face caught him up in his Viper Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper ? ? ? started havin` seizures No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers C-Bo: We stand tall like Minute Bol With bigger balls than Ru-Paul Strap with 4-4`s down to execute all y`all Don`t want to see us niggas on a mission 150 round drum 45 slugs bitten No remorse hit by the hardcore fo` sho` Leave him stuck in his front seat 70 rounds through his front window Ain`t no fuckin` with G`s Fill `em up to they neck from they knees Leave `em dyin` in the street as we escape on they goldeeze Chorus: | Похожие исполнители:
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