Текст песни Aritst: Funkmaster Flex f Big Pun, Fat J - The Mixtape Volume 3
Aritst: Funkmaster Flex f Big Pun, Fat J - The Mixtape Volume 3 слова песни
[Big Punisher]It`s my life, my money, my world, my girlsTS electrify the sky like the Third RailWant me to fail cause you on my dickBut as long as every song is rip, you can`t tell me shit[Armageddon]It`s my life, it`s my world, my perogativeTo push things and chase girls that dress provacativeTerror Squad rock ice wider than YugoslaviansRun up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby inBlazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stopClaimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles popTurnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your essenceI go back in time, stop your ass back to the presentPackin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presenceWe handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressinTook this rap game over then mastered itBlast my shit, this song change shitty records that after it[Big Punisher]Yo, yo, yo, don`t make my have to pull your motherfuckin carWith a ? I`m killin like Chicci from Southern BoulevardI`m hardcore, thug blood, raw, pass it offLaugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the lawHack off your skull, I`m stackin heads like Totem pollsBlow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? RoadBlow for blow, I`m Toe to Toe with the toughestRun the rukkus through the roughest motherfuckersSomethin illustrious, my crew`s accustom to bustin assCrushin glass in nigga`s faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bathI want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit offAt any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittlesYou Ain`t A Killer for the Terror SquadronYou feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer gardenI`ll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above youAnd watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burroughNo doubt I`m thorough, with the periscopeRifle as a lyrical, cipher that`ll tear the whole bible outDon`t swear to know, idols or titles, all I requestBest rapper known yet, Big Pun`ll chaperone your death[Fat Joe]You better slide or catch this homicideAin`t no match for Joey Crack, I`m blowin backs out the other sideBrothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakesCurtis blow you head like jake (like jake)So take heed and read between the lines, ain`t no cheatin minesPlayer haters never wanna see my shineUp in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoesOn my way to ?less fools?Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kidsOr live in mass, suite and lavish cribsFix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whizExotic toke` and karats on my wristIt ain`t shit for for sex, money, and drugsTrue thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugsWhat the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap backLeave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks[Cuban Link]Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I`m attackinEven if its one against ten, count me in, till the endCause for my men I`m going all out, just call outMy name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall outNuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckersWho bust slugs, that`s why I put em above othersCause some niggas ain`t real, they talk mad shitThen when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit[Big Punisher]It`s my life, my money, my world, my girlsTS electrify the sky like the Third RailWant me to fail cause you on my dickBut as long as every song is rip, you can`t tell me shit