Текст песни 4th Disciple f Born Justice, ShoGun Assa - Fuck-U
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[4th Disciple]Yo, yoCan`t get no loveNo love, no loveGotta see us Blood For Blood out hereNo love, no loveThe war`s on, no loveYa heard? Can`t get this shit no moreExtra, extra, read the news, young clowns is Hell-boundFrom the universal sound, surround, comin down in yo` townMusical compounds, brothas can`t wait `til the sounds is laid downTo express the mentals, be adjectives and nounsBe bless for the know-how, to master and manifest ya own styleAs we penetrate the scene, and run yo` projects on ya iced guillotineYou wanna know what the scheme is? Check out how we blend itLoad up the A-tone, then append it, 1 gigabyte is recommendedTo extinguish the thought of you ever makin more wack sequencesAlas, that weak shit is finished, a total diminishAll wack MC`s, producer wannabes and bitches sellin pussy on CD`sThe future prophecy is to bring back originalityWithin ya musical chemistry, wack ass niggaz[Born Justice]Yo, fuck y`all bitch niggazAll y`all fake bitch-ass niggaz that roam in the streetsFight the heat, I be ya seatcuz blood drops hit the concrete when niggaz meetand words be the bullets on some heat-seekin hitcuz nowadays when blood dripsIt`s carved by the birds that fuck the same dickAll the niggaz that could fuck the same bitchCoked out and shit, sodium, fuck the whole clickRun through ya town, shit sound make ya sickModern world, while foreigners deserve what you getThe ward`ll penalize, that`s injusticeWhores wanna serve, do the knowledge, sit and observeVenomous the darts by the clicks be the words[ShoGun Assason]You bitch-ass niggaz, dare contestCome against the Gods and try to manifestYou bitch-ass niggazDare to contest, come against the Gods and claim restWhat? What? Yo, check itYo, yo, yo, yo, you can`t hold ya own shit downSo, how the fuck you gon` take my crown, clown?You ain`t really ready to rumble with the GodsFuck around and get scarredWith ya hands high, prepare to fight for ya lifeWe could box or throw rocks, save ya tough talkI`m a southpaw and my style is unorthodoxI leave you coward niggaz tremblinBend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my TimbalandsYou fuckin pansies, got more sugar in ya blood than candiesWith ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groupsDancin around like prostitutes, fatalityI be ya nigga from the South, bitchWhat? Fuck-U[Outro: All]Fuck-U, U and UCuz y`all niggaz ain`t shitFuck-U, U and Ucuz y`all niggaz ain`t shitFuck-U, U and UGet off my dickAnd ya whole fuckin crewWhat? Fuck-U, nigga!Yo, you ain`t shit and ya whole fuckin clickAnd ya mothafuckin bitchesFuck all y`all!Fuck-U and U and UFuck-U, U, U and UFuck-U too, and ya whole fuckin crewFuck-U tooCuz we shittin on UShittin on niggazWe be the best MC`sWhat? *echoes*