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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Bastards

[ Ruthless Bastards ]Verse one:Check it, these cold days got me in a physical rageWalking through the dark path in this invisible mazeMy individual is criminal but lyrical playsA big part in my life in this critical stateApocolypse, twist up the bamboo( )
Swine life I cant handleCock the mack candle, pop the Jack DanielsIm a shine like candles in a blackoutYour guaranteed to fall before the last boutFuckin wit Ruthless you assed outThe size of these guns a make you pass outIm like hollow tips the way I blast outIts all revolving, too much problems, no solvingAsk me what Im involved in, Im a say robbin and mobbinIm runnin this shit nigga joggin No thanks for livin on Thanksgiving Im still starvin Verse two:Yo, Im not new to this, Im true to thisWhat you gonna do to lips?Man if I tell you one more time Ive been doin this, mound u loopbpRuthless be wettin these clowns upYo partner turn that sound up Reverse the crowd round upAnd this one, new on the block just like a rookieFrontin like he hard dunn he mustve ate some thug cookies No evidence plus I heard his clique be on that tellin shitYou let him sell a bit so bustin hims irrelevantJust get these presidents, the reallest thing man lustOnce the papers in my hand its like I got a roushAint gainin trust, cause man I aint tryina get bustRun for cover, pull a trigger, watch em all turn to dustA ribbon in the sky, I watched his mom dukes cryToo bad her son had to die for startin up the two four fiveGuns never lie, chains like slaves go but heavyDown in my belly, attatched to my waist is a cellyFor plannin funerals and gettin niggas buriedI wanna lead this life but I can hear it callin me like R. Kelly Verse three:Shoeless shine like sunny daysMy style on the loose like runawaysIts crazed in the battle get you open like a bag of purple hazeWhen hell get fucked upCant hang slow the fuck up, I represent StatenPush my buttons you get stuck upI love thick bitches so ooh keep your ass shakinI be money makin, In nive seven I like em takenFuck fakin wilden and breaken, in the club gettin my groove onThe gat in my Tims just incase you wanna move on Been off the Bacardi to MoeSlayin this chick off that keeps sweatin my body so (who can love you likeme)Verse four:Sagoddi, swingin tux wit wallys Yall niggas dont wanna try meFor them presidents by now Ill leave you deadFilled up wit hot lead, hollow heads for you thug bredsIts the righteous, life is trifeless, challenges and sacrifices (tell emson)Ruthless cause we flip tracks, pack gats, and give slicesA poor heistess, you think your nice now meet the nicestSon a actress, stick him like a cactus, bouce like a matressTeflon fatigues if you try to wack thisYou aint know it was cold on these streetsOnly time its warm dunn when I got the heat

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