Текст песни Busta Rhymes, Silkk the Shocker, Dub Pis - Blade II Soundtrack
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[Busta Rhymes talking]Silkk the Shocker, Busta RhymesNever been done before you motherfuckersTanks and armored trucks bitchesDon`t get it fucked upDon`t even look at me diagonallyYou better look at me straight up and downSix o`clock bitch, check it out now[Busta Rhymes]First and foremost I`m only here to knock shit downAnd push ya shit back and completely lock shit downAnd make sure niggas know how to actThe way we blaze shit, imagine if we really had to resort to the gat[Silkk the Shocker]Yeah, we treat niggas like audiences just clap em` downWell fuck what happened before this what`s happenin` nowFor you niggas who hate, really can`t stand for thisBreak both ya legs, now ya can`t really stand for shit[Busta Rhymes]You motherfuckers thought the game was the sameNow a days niggas in the hood got dabs to shoot down a planeWe bloody niggas so quick and so fastInstead of givin` niggas that gat I prefer to put a foot in they ass[Silkk the Shocker (Busta Rhymes)]I got something for them dudes who be tryin` to be too hardA street sweeper and I ain`t talkin` about kind that can move ya carI`m a bad dude (Oh yeah, I`m really talkin` about bad)I`m a big ol` problem (And he ain`t really talkin` about math)[Hook: Busta Rhymes]To all my thugs in the street puttin` it down with us, come onMy real live soldiers puttin` it down with us, come onMy street corner colonels, uh, get down with us, come onMy dogs who hold they post down is down with us, where you atNow all my people in the East is down with us, come onMy hustlers in the West is down with us, come onMy Dirty South gangstas, yeah, is down with us, come onAnd forever keepin` it gully, ya know it`s a mustI`m number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, oneOne, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, oneI`m number one[Silkk the Shocker]I know I`m the one, I`m supposed to win itNo type showin` lots of chips but they mostly twentiesLots of Cris, mostly bottlesLots of chicks, mostly modelsLots of bullets solid but they mostly hollowYa ain`t gotta say nothin` nigga for me to dump offHere my nuts can say right hear it`s the jump offI`m in the car, smoked when I drive, tear the roof of the coupe offMe jump in the club, make em` tear the roof off[Hook][Busta Rhymes]To all my cats who think they thuggin` only doin` it wrongThe church bell rings only to play ya funeral songYou wack nigga throw them lyrics awayBefore I turn ya to a ghost make angels carry ya spirit awayEven though my broad be holdin` a snubA bottle of Cris can end up becomin` the worst weapon inside a clubThe way we beat you with and the way we come with such brute forceThis how we party and next time me and my whole crew flossThe new boss of this old shitBefore ya move me probably there`s a million dudes ya have to go getSo Busta-Bus be makin` em` runUnder studio, every level I say it with convictionI`m number one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, oneOne, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one[Hook][Busta Rhymes talking]Silkk the Shocker, Busta RhymesNever been done before you motherfuckersThe one