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Артист: Black MoonНазвание : Ack Like U Want ItДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop underground hip-hop new york Видео:
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Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict With an automatic, now I got static See back in the days, I was a stone cold hood Now I`m a paid hood, still up to no good With my crew from the Heights and the Island Still flippin` niggaz, and we still be buckwildin` I never changed, never rearranged my faness Buck one time to your chest, through your vest F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can`t stop me, cause my shits never sloppy I`m always for a pack, a joint, and a burner Flip a scene, coming from a teen/tin like Turner Take it from another brother coming from the ghetto Once I get my five eight, no need for protect so I get paid to rip, step aside I`m a blow you Don`t try to shake my hand moneygrip, I don`t know you I`m just a hardcore, raw, straight from the ave Leave another question and you might get blast [Chorus - 4X] Ack like you want it Ack like you want it What! Bring the drama Ack like you want it [5 Ft. Excellerator] I emerged in a rage, catching wreck on stage Blowing up the spot, I leave my name engraved You frail ass niggaz want a piece of the 5, but You can`t fuck with the nigga that`s live Here catching wreck, with the Buckshot Shorty Spark up that L, cause it`s time to get naughty Then he looked at me, as if I was insane I`m just a real nigga with a lot on my brain The pressure starts to build, when I grab my steel Giving niggaz the raw deal, with the mad appeal This time around, I flex the tec with ease And if you really want it, I give an extra squeeze Cause I`ll cut out your heart, and leave it pumping in my hand Spit on your grave, and let you know who`s the man There`s nowhere to run, there`s nowhere to hide Cause, the 5 Ft. Excellerator, is at your every side One time for your motherfucking mind [Chorus] [Buckshot] I ran to the boone spot, and shot the dread He fished my nickle bag of skunk weed, now he dead but Bust lead to the head, never did like a fed Rule with the mad tool, fool check what I said I`m taking you down, I`m breaking you down, I`m real Wiz, Tec and Stelle, niggaz, you know the deal I`m for real no joke, so on the gun smoke Provoke, your dusty style, makes me choke Never bite, but I write, when I grab mics Boot your pretty bitch ass boy, and take flight With my razor, the infra-red lazer, blaze ya Like cane, I raise your little shorter`s bad behavior Niggaz better know that when I flow, I`m drinkin gin and cinnomin And when I flaunt it, ACK LIKE YOU WANT IT [Chorus] [5 Ft. Excellerator] From the town where niggaz always get bucked down Kicked in the door, keep my finger on the pound Word is around, that you`re looking for the 5 Surprise, real niggaz always survive Don`t be amazed, I`m alive from the flames No need to scream now your calling out my name You little bitch ass nigga, you tried to take my life Now I`m taking all you own, plus I`m fucking your wife After that my man`s, gonna hit your only daughter And leave her body floating in some bloddy bath water Just like a snake, sl-sl-slitters on the ground Nobody hears me move, even know that I`m around You acting like you want it, now you`re gonna have to get it As I grab you by your throat, feel the heat as I just split it [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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