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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung and Doomsday Productio - Maniac Ridaz

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[Verse 1]I`m gangsta steppinRepresentin my blockJokes be the name702 comin through yo hoodPutting hollow slugs all up in your brainAll up in yo gangI`m givin a fuckI be the one thats gunnin for funSin City gang with a ??You can hang with the Sin City gangFuck noI`m ridin dirtyWith the heat in my handStay bumpin when I`m swervinAll days to the curbinWonderin why the bottle keeps turninI`m creepin and callin your homies Up on it and you callin for helpBut nobodys thereNow I`mt he suspect of a bloodbathAnd I left him dead cuz nobody caresJoke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I goCuz a gangsta like me will bust backAnd a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blastFuck that I`m ridinWearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyesAnd the briefcase right by my side9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I knowThat all of my murderers Heard of this gangsta crackin necksRunnin all night with a jet black 9In a g-ride killin up your whole setGivin a damn with a strap in my handUnloadin on every punto that I canFuckin up playas in Las VegasAnd erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch[Chorus]So know whatchu gon` do When we hit them sticksAnd hit your block Like some maniac ridazSo sick and do shit to you Ripley`s wouldn`t believeWe got some other sick tricksHidden up our sleevesSo just pass the liquorPass the weedPass us the PCPAnd you gon` seeHow we pull straps out of our hat and bust capsAnd make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps[Verse 2]I twist `em up like a tornadoTurned tasmanianCrack a craniumDevlish like that evil motherfucker DamianCuttin looseI`m startin funk like FoxDoom juice with doom rootsI`m rippin fruit loops apartI`m infested with the doomInfected with the plagueGot a bitch to lick my woundsMy enemies is deadPay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggazThat`ll kill a bitchmade niggaTwist `em like a french braid niggaJump on the placeI`m meetin Osama Bin LadenYou betta jump on your cellular phoneAnd call your mamaCuz aint nobody gon` make it homeIt`s all dramaAs I parachute out that motherfuckerI yell geroni-MOBut you don`t hear me thoughAt 30,000 feet up in the air it`s impossibleSee I`m that niggaThat`ll land in a bitches yardDick hard enough to cut throughA pack of glass and in bargeAnd get my fuck onUp in her cribI don`t need her permissionCuz I aint gonna let her liveI stay sick with itAnd come equipped with itAfter I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it[Chorus][Verse 3]I`m fresh out the county jailJust graduated from an anger management programI like to punish niggazSlow your roll like a traffic jamIt`s that nigga with a frown turned upside downI keep it rough nigga styleI walk the walk I talk the talkIt aint that punk David BannerIt`s the motherfuckin hawkChokin bitch niggaz outBut I keep it gangsta with the sawed-offYour body hard offYour motherfuckin face be tore offGotta keep it gangstaBecause we dog bitch niggazGot itchy fingersAlong with triggas that`ll scratch emAnd load `em up unload `em And let bitch niggaz have itGhetto savageMy claws 3 loaded automaticsThat`ll rip your ass like WolverineWhen I`m on that OE and ListerineA grousome sceneSend him home and get shot in the neckHave your bitch ass smokin a stickJust to deal with his deathNow 1 plus 1 equal 2Thats what I assumeAnd many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggazI got him now I`m comin after youI put it in and do himSo hop your bitch ass in this effectMake no mistakeYeah nigga you deadI take his soul across the foggy lakeNo escapeBing the chalkAnd the yellow tapeIt`s just another flat-footed copClosin a bloody murder caseI aint playin no gamesAnd I aint speakin in riddlesBut you niggaz is sweet and colorfulLike a bag of skittlesAll about my skrilla and bitsAlways pack pistolsIt`s kinda mysticalAnd thug niggaz appear like ninjasOff my gangsta whistleApocolyptic season if the sicknessYou must forgetI reveal the strongest weaknessWhen I hit yo block and leave you wickedSome niggaz call me a demonCuz I see the future livin grousomeCreep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagleSin City Dark angel

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