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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung f Swartzaniggaz - Feel My Nature Rize

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(Lynch):Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyesWaitin` in your back seat, catch you by surpriseSituations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chancesLeave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then I`m hittin` fencesNow I`ma talk about the same dirty situationShit you hatin`, that`s why your casket is waitin`Shine your ass up like a triple gold DaytonWhen I`m in your town you better cut like Walter PaytonStudio man keep tapin`, I got that bitch, she peratratin`Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin`With a note that`s saying: `sincerely, Swartzaniggaz`Put your hands in your pocket, give it upI demand I need my tweed, potent refer, manBandstandin` with the hand cannonSplit my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrillAnd that Rolex in your hand, understand?Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise(Swartzaniggaz):I can feel my nature riseStarin` at the marks that I despiseThrough evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicidesYou gots to die, for tryna ride and get meGot some off, but none of them hit meNow on a payback tip, with a patched black maskOn the grass with a 50 caliber weaponHangin` up over the door of the Chev and causin` slaughterSid`s Malt Liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that waterSaw the situation heavy rollin`Shotgun and a Chevy that`s stolenStrapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadlyWe can go there, I know there`s a place for busta niggas like ya`llBut I heard it`s pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fallToo late for that 911 call, this murder`s already in progressHome invasions like Asian got me obsessed like a Vietnam vetAs I kick through the front door, blastin`And Lynch kicked down the backOperation: Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loadedCuz it ain`t no tellin` when we comin`Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin` with the engine still runnin`Cuz real killers make them real quick get awaysSpray the whole place and skirtAs quick as we can, we does our dirtWhoever gets hurt, that`s businessSo please don`t take this personalIt`s just that murder`s in my natureSo four years now, that`s what I`ve been searchin` forCuz doin` dirt grows old when it`s the same old thingThat`s why I try to take my murders to the highest extremeMake everybody scream, open up some spleensStill hearin` the blood spillin`It`s just a little dream that I be havin`Man, I love killin`(Brotha Lynch):I got a hard dick for killin`Southside villainProtect your wife and your childrenFeel my nature rise(Swartzaniggaz):Not quite knowin` about this nigga?Check your metro sectionsThen cross reference murders by streets and datesAnd how many times niggas` hoes` got rapedMr. No Prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tapeFuckin` with a half deck, havin` niggas on hushSmokin` a bowl that I re-dustOpen up your chest when I bustSo suit up, cuz it`s kill a nigga nightAin`t no tellin` when Triple 6 gets to shootin` upMovin` up your death date, with a Tre-8 specialIt`s way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppersSplit your ass open like pinataLoadin` up like a RotweilerLining up like Tyson snortin` cocaine powderPure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differOne wiff of that shit and I`m on cloud nineNigga, don`t trip if you ain`t got no nutsCuz I brought mine all buffed and shinedUntouchable when I`m fuckin` full of that nitrate wineThat`s when I bust on nineteen times and upCuz I`m nuts, goin` out my mindFew, there`s no luck, you fucked for life, for sho`Get your ass up on the floorTryin` to catch me at that lateral, slippin`By my lonesome, but I`m on some, so who wants some?Fresh out the gates, ain`t no room to make mistakesTry to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hateTuck my dick inside in the O-8Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45No body, no caseTaste the meat, can`t wait to eatKeep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face(Swartzaniggaz):Ya`ll niggas don`t wanna feel my nature riseCuz I get dirty, shoot up shit with my Clint EastwoodLeave your neighborhood lookin` like a ghost town, niggaYou standin` on dangerous groundsWhen we come to Sac, better have your automatics on loaded statusCuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin` no printsNot givin` ya`ll niggas a inch, cuz I`ma lynch youFry your guts like SizzilineHave your homie reminiscing` about your gangsta leanNigga, it ain`t no fuckin` with my cliqueYou can dial 911, but it ain`t no rescueMan, I hope the dear Lord bless youNext to this nigga, ain`t no one`s nuts biggerClutch your guts nigga, fuckin` with this SwartzaniggaCuz I done lost it, taggin` niggas like a pit bull with rabiesGone off 40 ounces of O.E.Creepin` up on you, like doin` my Magnum P.I.Lazy Eye with Lil` Blacc MileSmokin` a hard dick for killin`

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