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фотография Mo Thugs

Название :

Low Down

Данные: текст песни / слова песни

Жанры :    hip-hop   rap   bone thugs style   real hip-hop   gangsta

Видео: Mo Thugs -  Low Down  





(Souljah Boy)
Me low down, low down, low down.
Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthafucka,
my muthafuckin` nigga.
Souljah Boy `bout to shut you hoes down.
You know what it is?
Mo Thug click
rollin` too damn thick, nigga.
What you hoes wanna do?
Ride, ride?
Die, die?.
What it is, nigga.
What it is.

(Chours)

We low down, low down dirty shame,
niggas actin` strange,
catch a clip to the fuckin` brain.
Shoot `em down, now.

(Souljah Boy)
Souljah Boy off in this muthafucka,
`cause to point out the bitch-made suckas,
thinkin` they gotta enough heat to rush us.
I`m a dust your ass off with the blink of an eye.
You niggas gotta die.
Don`t ask me why,
but still I try
with the vibes that I
be givin`, makin` money,
gettin,
spittin,
ya`ll shittin,
down to the fuckin` white meat.
You hoes wanna find me
and my nigga Layzie Bone (...?...).
Ain`t no comin` back, comin` back,
give me some of that good shit you smokin`,
got me gigged up,
heat it up,
lit it up,
I`m straight locin`.
I`m hopin` that all y`all bustas got time to play.
My nigga Tombstone,
Krayzie Bone,
swing around your way,
your way.

(Chours 2x)

(Krayzie)
Now what if we banged your brain,
put `em in a coffin, and that`s where they lay?
Nigga, wanna row the boat to get chromed,
dump `em in the river.
Now, that`s how we play.
Hey, murdered them niggas that`s plottin` to rob me.
Hollow point top in your body.
Nigga fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,
leavin` you stiff and cold.
Nigga, what ya gonna do when
the muthafuckin` thugstas come for you?
You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi.
Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.
Runnin` with a nigga with finger on his trigger,
when I catch `em, I fill `em with ammunition.
Hit `em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya,
they miss `em.
Hey, we down with the swangin`,
no fake entertainin`.
We quick when to fuck-a you up, oh my!
Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens,
we load `em and shoot for your head. You die!
Niggas, they better test me.
Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]
We leavin` `em headless.
Respect them Clair playas, bitch.

(Chours)

(Souljah Boy)
I`m on a mission [mission].
I`m swift when I empty my clip.
You oughta` beat your ass
real fast to safety, man,
if a soldier`s about to rip.
You get lit, get hit,
as I split your shit.
Ain`t worried `bout a nigga tellin`,
yellin` muthafuckin` thangs.
All you bitches [soldiers] gon` lay stiff,
as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level.

(Krayzie)
Gon` on my click, and now you`re dead wrong [dead wrong].
Rest in peace.
They seem to be creepin` up on me lately.
Fuck it, let`s all go crazy,
sell weed daily,
and we ready.
My thugstas love
when we buck buck,
put `em underground, fuck `em.
Krayzie release them shells.
I say, "say fuck it, let`s all go to Hell,"
`cause I got my money,
my pistol,
my reefer,
never forget my thugs, what?
Hey, we slay.
We spray.

(Souljah Boy)
We pray everyday,
but still I see that you and me
just don`t mix,
so I grab my grip.
I`m a kill your click,
that`s the end of this shit.
So don`t you ever
in your muthafuckin` life try to test me
steppin` like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.
You better respect me,
or I won`t think twice.
I`m killin` your wife.
Your bitch get sniped just like Wesley,
don`t test me,
don`t press me.
Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G.

(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)

Yeah, niggas [Nigga, yeah nigga].
Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y`all muthafuckas
[Shit.] ain`t ready for this muthafuckin` real thug shit.
[That`s the shit.
Niggas ain`t ready.] Bone shut shit down
[Shut shit down!], completely down!
[completely down!] You hoes didn`t know? [Huh?]
You gotta recognize.
St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.
[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,
soldiers, soldiers, soldiers]
Ho-ass muthafuckin` bitches.
I`m ready to kill `em! Can you feel that?
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