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Артист: Geto BoysНазвание : Declaration of WarДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap gangsta rap hip hop dirty south Видео:
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It`s the return of the murderer, maniac madman The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain`t found his arms though It`s far from a record, I`m different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won`t hesitate to clap fools Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin I`ma play games You know who I`m wit, so I ain`t gotta say names {*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew Ain`t never had love for y`all, make me clap you And it`s a done deal, don`t fuck with what the truth is And hide behind that motherfuckin desk but when the truth`s here it`s on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I`m not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day hood nigga, I ain`t gotta show you what my life like Cause you don`t persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain`t a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit [Chorus] Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamour And then they finally come to grips that this can happen to anybody, won`t discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it`s a warning Follow the leader but be aware your opponent is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that [Willie D] Aight, let`s get serious Fuck the rap game I`m the realest nigga, PERIOD If you ain`t feelin me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I cain`t wait to kill one of you hoes It`s on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don`t give a fuck about`cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out`cha While your label only behind you greasin his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin and shit J ain`t shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that`ll bloody your clothes Don`t think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo` ass in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth [Bushwick Bill] Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest in the back and mouth, let `em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty and a plug of PCP, I`ll kill anybody Bust him in the ass `til he`s still I`m Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin to start shit, I ain`t scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I`ll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I`ll drop ya [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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