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Артист: Young Buck f D-TayНазвание : Taking HitsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Hello? What`s up, who is this? Yo nigga, this Murda Rich What`s up nigga? What`s up with you my nigga? Check this out Some shit done popped off right? Yeah I need you and `Tay to go handle it Aight I got like a hundred sittin on this nigga`s fat Bring it back to me on a plate, that`s what`s up Aight [Chorus: Young Buck] + (D-Tay) I`m not stoppin`, ya heard what I`m sayin` Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can (Point him out, and I`ll pop him, walk up on him and drop him) (I`ve been waitin and watchin`, to put the bitch in a coffin) We takin hits! I`m not stoppin`, ya heard what I`m sayin` Out the money in my hand, and catch me if you can (Point him out, and I`ll pop him, walk up on him and drop him) (I`ve been waitin and watchin`, to put the bitch in a coffin) We takin hits! [Young Buck] It`s gon` cost, but we gon` get him gone, take his life away 2 AK`s, we gon` send him home This is how we livin` from the projects to the prisons So don`t be too comfortable, bitch `cause you can be a victim Get `em Buck, Hit `em up, ambulance pick `em up Shoulda ducked, got killed, nigga wasn`t quick enough Shit is real, I ain`t here for no bullshit I`m here with a full clip now let me show you niggaz what you`ll get (Get `em Tay) [D-Tay] They never seen a mad man, come and dump up on these fools Get the 4-5 cocked back, gunnin at you dudes Black down, thugged out, and masked to match I`m not doin` it cause theme pussy niggaz, bastards cap Who want that? You want that, I don`t think you do Like I gun the bloody down, shit, I gun you too I`m like 50, I don`t care if its platinum or white gold Soon as I cock it back, gimme that ice hoe (yeah) [Chorus] {*phone rings again*} Hello? Yo buck, Murda Rich nigga What`s up nigga? Man, I`m tryin to see what`s up with that business, nigga Hey man, we fin` to bust this nigga`s head I`ma hit you back, aight? [Young Buck] Hey there he go, he don`t know that we behind him So go pull up beside him, and lemme put this 9 in him You ever seen the 30-30 with the scope on it? A bunch of niggaz smokin weed, that got dope on it And we don`t leave no evidence, or no fingerprints Follow certain elements, cause niggaz go to jail for this They say I`m heaven sent, I think I`m Hell bound Cause I`m addicted to the way a twelve gauge Sound [D-Tay] I keep the dough in, swing the chopper and the pit-bull shit If he run, he ain`t gettin one, get a clip full of it That`s for movin, must have been some confusion, when I came in Told you lay the fuck down, or else these bullets cave in Nust thought I was playin, I`ma let you know when I shoot that 4 How it go when a gangster roll Murder man, blood bath, what`d you take it for I ain`t playin` games, ain`t nothin gon` ever change Murder put money on your head, gimme his brain, motherfucker! [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители: |
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