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Артист: Flesh-N-BoneНазвание : The Silence Isn`t OverДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap midwest flesh-n-bone midwest rap bone thugs Видео:
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Chorus: The silence isn`t over, but the Flesh decrepitate no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done And it don`t matter when you come really don`t matter where you`re from won`t matter where you run [Flesh-N-Bone] Flesh breakin` `em down, hittin` them up Bottom line with your business You gotta get a spot to handle it Nigga, no slackin`, lackin`, me trackin` Me ? is my best friendm there`s my best friend And I really can`t serve and swerve and Henessey seepin` down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep) See the track in the back, strap `cause them double double shots Then, niggas goes (home) to get the ? when about the block Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to Oh, I think he better not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerous My niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin` snatchin` up strangers, anyone None remaining, I get `em all finished Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin` me ?, fuck it, set (pilliows) on fire Thought it was over, niggas never the silence I`m on the rise with a gun here I come Niggas ain`t no muthafuckin` where to run fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb Done, done, done, `till it be one nine ninety nine, crime I find and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surprise Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life? You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up a knife and slice And I`ll pick off any who`s ?, `til your enemy dead We gon` meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled and to show you it`s not ?, I go to beat you Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] A niggas been flippin` scripts over and over in the past from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers If you really bold enough, shot it, and I might blow up, rippin` apart they shoulders Go on`, but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin` if you late to pay my money back on time And you better drop a dime or get fucked up And your people won`t find it all funny Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil` reason or purpose to pack a slug right in his head; hit it Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick Shit, but at least it be my honor ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit `em like I`m Jefferey Dahmer But yet I`m ready for battle, so get my armor, comin` for you Thinkin` to get you, nigga wig-split you What a pretty full blue moon On the streets to get bodies soon and I thought that we miss you Every night we actin` fool Better move yourself a little quicker fast, and if ya thought you`d get caught up in a wrath No place to go stash what he left for me Burner, hot incinerator, gotta `em burnt to ash `Til he nothin` but dust, I`m gonna keep bustin`, from cussin` Murda let`s them pull triggers All of my niggas are devious What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas? Takin` no slaves, neither no prisoners Here, there, gotta get `em all finished Anyone brave? I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants Every chance Flesh get `em all diminished Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier My troops come swoopin` through to do the shootin` refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, G Didn`t cost me, I`ll be damned Now toss me the Mossy Slam and the shells (so the wind burn, saw a tint of light) ?, we spill `em, tamin` fools I load up my barrel, insane, who`s to blame? Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won`t show none mercy Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me You feelin` it worst, feelin` up far, feelin` with the fifth dawg Hear the niggas` triggers peel `em, off in the coffin chalk around `em white, bloody red Afta Maff, nigga, that`s your ass Buckin` with the boss in from Cleveland, and achievin` goes on the west for heaven`s sake I say Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot) and wonder where the demons clear my path receivin` that bullet path hit when I blast ya And the niggas ? will outlast ya Creepin on ah mo` come ups inflict for mo` cash Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on? Do you really, huh? No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit as they see eternal droppin` down And hit that ground, murda mo` ya, enforcer forcin` your so sure we`re under sure not to call it war with warriors stories of Flesh And I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of ya Chorus | Похожие исполнители:
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