Текст песни Black Moon - Niguz Talk Shit
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[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOATwo to the head, I shot the bitch in broad dayNo joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocksI bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and GlocksShit, killin every nigga in sightBust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like DolemiteCause I`m a sick-ass nigga with no brainsBurst in flames, turn the mic into blood stainsAny thought I think, you blink and drink deathSo I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left5ft. Excellerator, greater than your crewBring in your whole mob, muthafucka, you`re still throughYo nigga, where`s my four-fifth?I got more riff for any pussy niggas who forfeitBring it on, what, I got no shameBuckshot`s in the house and you know my name[ CHORUS ]Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel`Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel`Niggas talk shit but that ain`t my steel`I`m the type of nigga to put lead in your grill[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]Slow it down one pitch for that hoe with the lickPass the automatic, I`m about to flipAnd spray niggas with my vocal ( ? )Lead to the chest penetrate through the vestAnd when I roll mad deep niggas back offFuckin with Buckshot it`s blood you coughI don`t laugh or joke, I never choke on a bluntBut I chocke a stunt if it`s beef she wantSo bring the muthafuckin arrow and I play RamboWhen I shoot the crossbow inside the hoeAnd her nigga, triggers I`m addicted toLike angel dust I bust holes in your crewYou`re wack, face the fact, you`re all on my jockTill the ehm tic-toc, I don`t popSo yo make way so I can make my dayI`m fonky but you`re Pepe Le Pew[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you`re talkin mad shitIf you`re really on my dick, bend, take a lickHere`s your choice cause my voice`ll break backbones and necksWho`s next to flex and feel the wrath of my tecI spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar RayI murder then I drop dead bodies in the lakeBeats with mad funk, pop the trunkPlay my tape while you lay back, puff the skunkI`m no joke, I flip the script like De NiroI`m a full-course meal, you`re a one-dollar HeroI`m sorta like the mob when I get a job doneContracts and all that, guns, gunsSo stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gatBuckshot Shorty, see, I always stay strappedWith the nickel nine on my muthafuckin waistlineBitch, you know my name, bring it in[ CHORUS ]