Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: DMX f Ja Rule, Method Man, Nas, VitaНазвание : Grand Finale (Murda Mix)Данные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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If ain`t rough, it ain`t me Tales of the darkside, grand finale [Ja Rule] Ready to die, cuz only I know where it`s in And if lie to dough, then it`s kill in my soul For my love and dough, don`t make it no better Mami, don`t flirt wit the iron and hit `em whoever A nigga that flips the weather, any Rule, J-A Fuck wit me, it`s Murda, I-N-C Feel her, nigga, feel a hole to meet (if it ain`t rough, it ain`t me) Holla at me, my real niggas, get down, ready to kill niggas We don`t touch no more, we kill niggas Give me what it takes to throw my guns together Fast up, hit `em up, towards the hot beretta You should know better, when obviously they don`t So the shit, sure to get you one in your throat By the time, you realize that shot`s the truth It`s too late, they reminiscin` over you, my Lord [Method Man] Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from The Friday, the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin`, snatch your ass out that S-Class for fakin` Forty four blast, it`s a bloobath, take your first step down a thug path Ain`t no love here, just slugs here, kids know the half, you get plugged here That`s just impossile, for the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin` you, watchin` me Throwin` rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young g, we was born to die, don`t cry for me Just keep the heat closely, and ride for me Cuz we family, for better or worse, you and I From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt To be here, and each year, I`m pourin` out some beer For deceased peers, holdin` fort Police line, do not cross, they found his corpse In the loft, wit the head cut off, and butt naked Homicide, the crime method, add another Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale [Nas] Hot corners, cops wit warrants, every block is boring Friday night, gettin` bent, lick a poem My dog, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil` Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see shorty snot-nosed, he don`t floss but he got dough Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers And God`ll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us May the next one, strike me down if I`m not the realest The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us but, dogs are friends, if one see the morgue, one`ll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen`s and only five in, the Belly of the beast Didn`t wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets It`s irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth We slangin to eat, bringin the heat Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh [Chorus: Vita] If it ain`t rough, it aint` me Down for dice, is what you told me If it ain`t rough, it ain`t me See, chick from the other side, grand finale [Vita] My dogs for life, call for life, now who be the job like fuck Totti Slim weight, petite, body, down for my niggas, quick to pull a shotty Sprayin` everybody, lacin` the whole party Holdin` wall when my niggas hung, wit I rush Like boys that I do know, it`s me I trust Now watch how I tie bust, guarantee I be sittin` down Waitin` to hear up, wit the blast Got you niggas snitchin` weed in my stash, high flow Over the bitch who knows to stash weed Cold for you bitches who try to oppose me Hot Totti, same chick in Belly Ooh, if it ain`t it ain`t me [DMX] Uhh, I`ve lost my grip on reality or so it would seem Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it`s a dream Niggaz that don`t know me see me and think I`ma rob em Niggaz that know me well see me and think I`ma problem I`m just a nigga that`s misunderstood But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood Cause if I see it, I`ma take it and run with it, that`s me What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That`s D The dog come and getcha outside The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn`t miss you Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you Drama, it`s right here, how MUCH YOU NEED? Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine, c`mon cry nigga It`s over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall | Похожие исполнители: |
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