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Артист: Organized KonfusionНазвание : Stray BulletДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop hip hop rap underground hip-hop new york hip-hop hip hop rap underground hip-hop new york Видео:
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Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang* Clip to release projectiles in single file forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel, headed for the light At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight Slow the flow like H2O water Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter No remorse for the course I take when you pull it The result`s a stray bullet Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down Except for the kids who played on the playground Cause for some little girl she`ll never see more than six years of life, trif-le-ing When she fell from the seesaw But umm wait, my course isn`t over Fled out of the other side of her head towards a red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet Fast past a brother`s ass, oh damn, what that nigga say "Aww fuck it", next target`s Margaret`s face *bang* and I struck it Now it`s a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face and an abundance of brains all over the street Shame how we had to meet *bang* Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family They follow behind me in a orderly fashion Bashin through flesh I`m wild Crashin through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tile I`m coming for you little girl Once inside I shatter your world Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again I`m mad again brother somebody`s mother will be sad again but, whose blue skies will turn grey from the attack, of the Mac-11, I`m a stray, bullet [Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it -- 4X] Verse Two: Prince Poetry Gun balls of fire, I`m travelling at higher speeds to proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint after splitting the chest of a Queens fiend Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the Glock 9 and it`s hollow tips, it releases the polices in back of the ambulance Blood loss as I shift across your chest Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang* Now it`s up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors Thank me for spraying the operating room The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me Mmm lord, why do they use me? *bang* I`m takin individual for keeps Hobbes so peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props And when I hit, shit *bang bang bang bang* Soon you forgets-me-not Cops tried to explain to his pops what I done I flip up the hollow tipper and I`m not the one And as a human I`m the surprising one Prince Po I flow the ripper, either way you never, ever know how I`m coming Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I`m making moves With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit nigga, sprint *bang* Onto the scenario, I`m at a party with O A lot of honies parlay and the DJ`s playin the Fudge Pudge flow Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub [Yo O peep it, oh shit O duck (oh shit!, oh shit!) *pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*] Another hit, another struck Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped in your chest, then I flip Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river Money starts to shiver then I give a delivery of burns Bruises fake shoes is your renaissance No response your moms is out cold Figure I`m bigger takin your heart nigga at twenty years old Stray Bullet | Похожие исполнители:
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