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Артист: Dirty f Twist, WickettНазвание : Thou Shall Not KillДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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A lot of niggaz got a bitch in their blood - but they claim to be hard Till they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it all While everyone in the hood used to - think you was hard But it`s hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bitch I`m off the the chain when I - blast the mag I put what`s left of your frame in a - casket bag I put what`s left of your brain in a - plastic bag And what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have `em You catch hell in the Ammo City scum streets They full of monkeys and money-hungry zombies We don`t spit regular shit on a crunk beat It`s boring watchin` bitches eat lunch meat I`d rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin` out chunks of meat till there`s a dundee You don`t want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb G Jump head first off a building and hit the concrete Now, can I get an Amen?... Amen If you fuck around wit` me, we can get your face caved in I`m the black Wes Crav`, and my staff just crave And the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aah Come, I`ll let my bullets +Moby Dick+ Let me put `em inside of you Nuttin`, bustin` the blood (spish) inside of you I`m really dishin`, put them bullets inside of you Is what I would do, if I was you I really wouldn`t fuck wit` me Playin` me like a bitch, your shit`ll get dirty If I up the thang-thangs, finna get ugly Shit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloody And when it go down - of course you`re scared Your brothers they want some - the more the merrier If they run up, it`s just to go to the - morgue And step into my world - at the mortuary [Verse 2: Big Pimp] I leave your block wit` your head wide open OUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin` Bro` close your do`, expose ya to the hocus pocus And you motherfuckers know its bogus (And you know it`s bogus... that`s how it is, that`s how it has to be) And I`mma stop all you motherfuckers from laughin` at me When I bust all the glass in your classic Caprice Instead of blastin` me, where was you? Runnin` your lyrical catastrophe I hit the block with the glock, `cause that`s how it has to be You ridin` partial, blow your brains in the passenger seat You got that program and schedule, shit fucker, pass it to me It`s a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be Or I`mma have to see, how you layin` right beside him in your casket bleedin` Tell them sucker emcees we havin` mass this evening [Verse 3: Wickett & Twist] Baptized in the blood of Tupac and Jesus Hollows from my glock and your glock releasin` Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin` Can`t stop and won`t stop because we still breathin` Cock back and pop, niggaz drop, it`s so easy Run up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin` Cut up and turned out that he`s alive when he screamin` Run up in your house and snatch both of your neices SAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH IN One nigga jump, BITCH ALL US BEEFIN` One of y`all jump, BITCH ALL Y`ALL BLEEVIN`(all y`all bleevin`) Never knew the real reason what I`m shootin` for Get off your knees, why you prayin` to God?... It`s too late to repent, you better off prayin` to Lucifer What I`mma use you for, ten G`s I`ll do you for Another five I`ll do your gul, I`ll lose your gul I ain`t killin` y`all by myself I`m like O.J. - it`s two of us(Get it..two of us) I won`t hesitate to numb you bruh, won`t hesitate to burn you bruh I got a message... when you get to hell.. Ask that bitch nigga what he kill my uncle for [Verse 4: Mr. G-stacka] I come through strapped with two tec-9`s I wish a motherfucker try to come and test mine I put this gat so close to your back spine When I clap iron, bitch your back flyin` I`m kinda gettin` tired of sellin` crack dimes Or sittin` up in my house tryin` to sack pine Or runnin` through my hood from the one-time Who sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grind I just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"? Cock that thang, throw it in the sky I`mma let this bitch loose if you niggaz try Tell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain`t scared to die I ain`t scared to ride, I ain`t scared to taunt My semi-automatic leavin` niggaz burnt A couple motherfuckers got hit with the gun The other motherfuckers wake up from the oak tree hung Bitch, I`m dirty slum, so I ride `round with a rusty pump I keep it kinda close, fuck in the trunk When the war pop off I`m the first to dump Throw them bows in your chest like Olajuwon Ain`t no stoppin` when we ridin` - comin` at you chump I`m the reason for the bleedin` - why you actin` dumb Cause my hollows have you hollerin` at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum [**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**] My `K`ll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feet And leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this bitch want beef Then me and my niggaz creepin` knockin` off his whole street - good grief You get the picture?... Now motherfucker get your issue Cause soon as I get you, I`m usin` my pistol, to carve and split you And scare up your tissue, you bitch you [Verse 5: Lil` Twist] Jackin` other niggaz for dollars, that`s my motto Eliminatin` pussy niggaz with pistol poppin` hollows To say I would never - fuck your bandana, here the block go From bustin` concussions with simple motherfuckin` pot holes On the offense, a pussy eater want get to even know what I hit like In the mist of the trigger clickin`, niggaz bitchin` for dear life Be prepared for war cause I`m tellin`, gunnin` you all Carry my coat with clip, that`s what the clip said and blew you roof off ROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-Haul You jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y`all You fuckin` faggots can`t hack it, ass backwards like RuPaul Remember my nigga, you tremblin` get your chest blew off These rules and regulations, to you, they do apply So cuz is poppin`, your other option is to die You couldn`t resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dime But I came for the cheese, so motherfucker why try Niggaz I never heard of, get murdered I`ll pull your skirt up and show the world that you`re pussy And just show what this uzi - a` do You motherfuckers ain`t gon` believe that I`mma gut ya Blow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - FUCK YA Gunnin` y`all, then I hit `em hard Split `em apart when I let it off, but you`ll be better off With flesh floatin`, open, in a ocean Holes poked in your throat and still smokin` H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you motherfuckers hog tied, if niggaz try I give a FUCK - what your men do, what you been through why you went to the pen dude, or who you kin to Simple, I`m a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school at It`s hard to react when the Mac go click-clack Four shots in your skull, and your bitch back - get that? | Похожие исполнители: |
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