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Blockstyle Murderah

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Текст песни 115 - Blockstyle Murderah

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[Taydatay]Stack chips like Don TrumpComin` wit the slumpSo original head bustasMakin` moves from the junkMashin` niggas [???]We stay loaded, fully loadedLet the game be notedWe only comin` wit the coldest, hold upIn `99 we breakin` `em off wit major heatSweepin` the industry off they feetHypnotize `em wit the beatsIt`s the most hated, America`s most bluntedSee niggas come from the bottomThen we turn around and run itComfront it, we got chaHollow points in the chamberReleasin` the angerFuckin` around get caught up in the caperPeople stoppin` my paperAin`t no time for no gamesI`m watchin` niggas catch the vaporsWhile I`m doin` my thangI hit the back and I swangNiggas and bitches they be jockin`They wanna floss wit usCuz they know we `bout the lock and loadWe warmed up for the score`Bout to hit `em wit a little bit of hardcore[Chorus] x 2Cuz in my lifetime I`d a done gang of shitInvloved wit 211`s, 187`s for the chillsAnother blockstyle murderahAnother blockstyle murderahWe `bout to have it bitch[Hennessy]And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the cornerI was a performerNow my music gets women through CaliforniaLove to get up on itWe disinigrate all opponentsAnd represent niggas, windows tintedTill you can`t [??]It`s the O to the fuckin` A-KD to the A-L-DFuck what the haters say, we paper chaseSo you can`t tell me a muthafuckin` thangBut the [?]We [?] too much blood gushersCuz you ain`t the one that run the hoodWe [?] from the goodsLike they say, "Talk is cheap"Oh yeah, they workin` the techSo you get swepped up off your feetNow break up off of me, heard meIn the gameI`m a fill the lane like I`m James WorthyHella slurvyYes indeedy that`s your boyThat would keep the backpackAnd the clack-clack, you be destroyedYou shouldn`t have never got me pumpedAnd now your soul is full of holesThey`ve come to mop him upCuz I was sloppy drunkAnd had to pop him up[Chorus] x 2[Hennessy]It`s just the flossamatic, caught the cabbageNigga what, in the cuts, get no bumpsTill my pockets got the mumpsAnd when they jumpWe let them cats offBut we take yo head offWit a [?], no explination, no hesitationNigga just smash onBut `for the chance was smoothAnd all the work, yo ass was throughHoppin` fences, coherant distance while we passin` throughI`m here to let you know boyWe get the [?]When you fuckin` wit them snow boysAnd makin` more noise[Taydatay]You knowCuz we be flippin` the scriptOn top wit big facesKnown in hella placesIllutin` all the drug casesFuck the basics, we goin` all outWe got to show these muthafuckas what the Sco be aboutYou got to follow your route,Follow your route, follow your routeCuz without the paperNiggas gon` be assed outI`m talkin` word of mouthI said, "You in it for the whores"You know my Hunter`s point niggas be straight hard[Chorus] x 4

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