Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Dice RawНазвание : The End Of Your WorldДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap old school hip hop 00s hip-hop rap old school hip hop 00s Видео:
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I hit the 28th floor, step into a boardroom filled with execs Manager flippin`, five seconds from breakin` they necks All of a sudden I threw in a cassette The room`s filled with silence, all eyes on me, they wonder what`s next New rule suckas, y`all lose suckas Scream when you had enough punishment, after this I run the shit Pack your bags, I push rappers in front of moving cabs You wanna swing with us, but I`m duckin` your jabs A mindreader, I pounce like a cheetah or a panther With a Walkman on, high on Anthrax If your question "Where them raw niggas?", here`s your answer Girls (pick up the panties), aiyyo thugs (get out your handguns) Now turn `em on yourself I got your style in my fridge on the shelf next to the tofu A roadblock in niggas` careers, you can`t go through Raw is the nigga to fear, and rehearsal`s where y`all should go to [Chorus] Aiyyo, Dice, motherfuckin` Raw Back the fuck up off me, you`re killin` me hardly at all Man, just let a nigga do his thing Watch out `fore you get dealt Dice, motherfuckin` Raw Back the fuck up off me, you`re killin` me hardly at all Just let a nigga do his thing Watch out `fore you get dealt [Verse 2] There`s always been wack rappers, they been here a second after rap`s start But I don`t know why real MCs let `em get this far But as the new caretaker of hip-hop`s graveyard Reclaiming the dead, I got new jacks wettin` they bed Hop on like the boogieman and fuckin` sever they head Or bury them alive, and suffocate `em instead Fill they tombstones out, throw your ass in a ditch `Cause when you in my zone, you die when you forget Like when you forget who you are, or forget how to spit Niggas bit Biggie Smalls, now they think they the shit I remember everybody rhymed like Rakim Niggas used to tongue-twist, it`s gotten worse than then Nowadays you`re all hustlers with a billy(?) stash Don`t give a fuck, `cause it`s all about the cash And what is beef, sleep with the heat? Yeah right, with water guns y`all wouldn`t wet up Sesame Street [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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