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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Death Dance

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Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocksThat`s realBout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about itUh-huh, yeah[Verse 1]Never had a life, never had a wifeI`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the nightSee my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacksCertain people in my life, they didn`t have my backIt`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know whatSo I put the gun up, and I picked up the micThen it all came out, it was a very bloody sightIt was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands `til we (run out the school), school of hard knocksWe tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plotsIt`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacsPlus I, I handle this like I handle thatI got skills in this battle rap, matter factYou could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macsHow many times must I have to spit, patna? And how many nines must I have to grip?Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quickAnd if you can`t see it you must got glock-comaI`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober[Chorus] x2Do the death dance, (C`mon)Do the death dance, C`monI don`t wanna see your handsDo the death dance[Verse 2]See, I`m try`na do damage to your soilHalf you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foilI`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb tooYou must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all coolI`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best routeSendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about?I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wannaI had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uanaCrooked like every daytona, get that Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one outPut one in, take one outI make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad newsIt`s cold blue and I can make your body cold tooHe ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the ChevyAnd it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is pettyAight, everybody get ready[Chorus] x2

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