Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Crazy f Ruff Era All-StarsНазвание : Ruff Era Niggas BustДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday I took four shots, and I`m back You muthafuckas surprised? (Crazy+????): Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots You niggas wanna go to war? Well here`s your grave plot Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip We`ll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin` the lip Let`s reincarnate Bishop, up to where we Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers I could`ve sworn that you niggas from my town homie Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me? I never guessed that my phones were tapped From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped We, run the block nigga Score the G`s Score from the hoes on the highway talkin` a hundred ki`s I want the G`s, nigga that`s the only way Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day And if I die, I`m hopin` that I get to heaven If not I`m goin` to Hell, bustin` with my Mack-11 (Uncredited male rapper) Get ready for combat, Known for totin` straps or prior Tire, all black, smokin` sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats that`s stolen Gimme what`cha holdin`, fuck all the bull dozin` Straight foreclosin` Shops on blocks with glocks Plow on the clock But we don`t all stop Puttin` the red dot and that`s on top Of Presidents, Chopper City Residents, Evidence irrelevant for marchin` a settlement With a regiment of soldiers In fatigues, blazin` weed Chasin` at top speed, stackin` G`s, Pumpin` ki`s You know the stee Me and T, trunk blazin` Duct tapin`, pocket rapin`, Beenie masqueradin` Regulatin` lames In the game, for the cane Layin` in the pubic range of your dame Bustin` brains for chump change And remain the same Meals, deals, legs Wheels concealed Steals battlefields from the `Ville to the Hill Throw Cita, night creeper Equal to gettin` cheeba Workin` off the beeper, twerkin` your senorita Peeped ya, from the hidin` Can`t help ya nigga, dividin` Won`t stop us Spittin` with choppers, you can`t dodge it Chorus (Crazy): You bust! I bust with my trigga You don`t wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!! (4x) (Uncredited Female Rapper) Understand I`m Ruff Era Nigga til` I die Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky Let niggas know I`m the bitch of this entourage Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized Just like ??? in it`s purest, bitches droppin` like flies Surprised? We low ridin` in Crazy`s expedition When you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga`s missin` I been rappin` since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission Pack somethin` bigger than nuts, female intuition You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit Cuz I`m a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust So don`t fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust I`m scandolous (Uncredited Male rapper) Just a young nigga drinkin` malt liquor Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three Cuz every nigga on my team flashin` red beams Never will I let me enemies capture me Strap a bomb nigga, smokin` weed, picture me Be the ones with bandanas and cream And I`ma flip til` you muthafuckas murder me Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this You wanna take it like a man, goin` fist to fist? Nigga, I`m smokin` weed til` I enter the World Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World" Lord forgive me for the shit I said I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head Fuck `em We in the expo gettin` blowed Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue? We kill each other so imagine what we`d do to you Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me? And my muthafuckin` mausburg two-twenty three The police got me crazy I can`t walk in my own hood, that`s the way you made me My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin` me mail Told me "Nigga please pay my bail" When I bust you bust! Chorus (uncredited male rapper) Which one of y`all wanna meet a nigga head on? Infra-red`s and the lead til` your head gone Call the feds but my clique made of teflon Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong! Bystanders gettin` caught up in a war zone Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone My heater makin` niggas get they rest on AK`s stay bustin` til` they chest gone! In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin` Minyard find ya with your head bust open Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip Me and Crazy makin` niggas have nightmares Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga (uncredited male rapper) First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore Stuck close Fuck you! I hang with nothin` but cut-throats Shot through your ligiments You gettin` indignant? My niggas ignorant Very ignorant, to be sufficient They gat bustas That`s slushas, ya block puzzled We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled You thugs and losers Drug abusers Scheme runners We savages, look what New Orleans done us! We tryin` to get ours by plottin` to get yours Skip those that ain`t got shit We want your bricks hoe, and quick though And we sick though You flashin` jew-els We bust a few shells Up that We greedy, fuck that You outta luck Black I`m beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile Right now, ain`t shit to laugh for So I blast for my figures You don`t wanna cross Ruff Era niggas Chorus (BMG) We devour fake niggas, claimin` to be the realest We`ll see, so fuck it, I guess that I`m charged with it My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it Your girl jocked to lick it You gotta die if you snitchin` Who got the weed? Fire it up Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up Hit `em twice in the gut A dead issue, man you see `em on the South Side smokin` a swisher See the news caught`cha picture BMG done got wit`cha Shit he must don`t know, now go on and cope Them downtown warriors, we cut throat We drop and run inside and bustin` through the door Heard `em hit the floor Silencers on the four-four Hit Sam on the mobile Man, that hoe ain`t no more He ain`t play the game how it go Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho But I handled that so pass the Mo` Pour it slow, doin` one-fifteen in the Camaro From the H-town to the N.O. Florida, A-L, Five-four (Crazy) Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday Nigga as I spray | Похожие исполнители: |
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