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Текст песни Brotha Lynch Hung - Trouble

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[Verse 1]I`m hot enough to make your skin bubblePackin a Smith & WessonUh oh, trouble, don`t say nothinYou can tell that I`m evilBy the arch in my eye braBut I aint got no pitchforkI stick niggaz with this sawed-offClear your porchHit the floor, duck behind your couchIf I don`t hear enough screamin I`m burning down your houseApocolypse the barbarianI kill humanitariansPillage your villageSlaughter your childrenAnd rape your women[Verse 2]Bustin through that door like dun da dun daBitches hit the floor on the doubleBust off a coupleRounds and let it bubbleIn your bellyBullets dipped in formaldehydeSo when they hit youYou embalmed and readyTo get carriedBuried up in your graveTrust me, I`m that deadlyJust test me if you braveEklypse I stay sickEith Pit, Playboy, and LynchKill a bitch nigga quickAnd run a train on his bitch nigga[Verse 3]I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chipsI got metal muscle with silent tipsAnd pistol grips give violent tripsFirst I`m cool with youThen I`m notWhen you run up on me I pop pistolsGun up on me it`s all officialI`m chewin bone grisselsYour family gonna miss youDo away done with youYou should of had a gun with youI got pistolsYou know cookin utensilsThat shit that`ll make your skin bubbleFuckin with these plague niggazYou gotsta know you in trouble[Chorus]Trouble (repeat 8 times)[Verse 4]I keeps it real thats the dealHeadbuttin motherfuckers like Evander HolyfieldI makes a full course dinner Out of roadkillPops some pillsSmoke some shermsDrunk as fuckRollin up a bluntWhen I get through smokin itI`m comin to your house niggaWhat`s for breakfastKickin in your door At 3:47 in the morningI got my ?? yawninTime to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrongHear comes troubleHell`s angel, some niggaz call me spawn[Verse 5]Shit I`m off that ??? againReady to load the pump againSoon as I put somethin inSee i`ma aim it at your chinBlame it on your friendYour friendly neighborhood Spider-ManI can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper canArachnaphobia, I`m the sniper manDoom to put `em in the panHeat `em and eat `em as fast as I canStretch your neck like elastic like plasticMan I`m first, you last to landTephlon bullets they crash and landNigga I`m double timeYou in trouble timeI`m a bubble mine[Verse 6]I`m titani and scandalousI do random hitsLoad up all my extra clipsAnd lets go handle this shitTrouble is what we lookin foKick in that fuckin doorPut a gag up on that hoeSlit that niggaz throatLight up the doorSmoke until we chokeI wish you motherfuckers would try to locc And get his neck brokeKick in the doorShotgun up the assholeBrains blownEyes closedNothin but trouble[Chorus] - repeat to end

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