Текст песни Da Beatminerz f Flipmode Squad, Vinia Mo - Brace 4 Impak
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[Rampage]Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, UniversalFlipmode, check it outHa![Rampage]My shit is sicker latteBacking out on niggas up at Jimmy`s CafePuerto Rican mamis lookin` like SoleTake `em to the crib then I fuck `em that day (true)Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play)I`m gansgta, livin` street life everyday (day)Just like Scarface, I still punk the J`sI gotta get mine, that`s the America way, now[Baby Sham]Jump out the whip, I`m not the type of nigga that tripSomethin` sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spitHittin` you up, lettin` you bleed in the seat of your truckAnd flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuckStartin` to lose it, for me that is realer than musicHold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through itEight bars on some next shit, probably don`t fitBut that don`t mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips* Vinia Mojica harmonizes in background of hook[Hook - Busta Rhymes]My real niggas wildin` up in the spotI know y`all niggas want itWhat up, what up(Take that nigga!)To all my bitches gettin` rowdy with usI know my bitches want itWhat up, what up(Take that bitches! Take that!)Weak niggas (Take that!)Motherfuckers (Take that!)All my bitches (Take that!)Thug niggas (Take that!)East coast (Take that!)West coast (Take that!)Dirty south (Take that!)Well if you want it (Take that!)[Roc Marciano]Gangsta niggaI lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know ofYou don`t want it, I push `em dougherI told you once I`m grippin` the autoI tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a VolvoIt`s good I can rap, so you don`t catch bullets in your backAnd for most that can`t see me, I put my foot in they assWord, if I catch your ass sleepin` get clappedLike some applause, I can`t afford weak linksI`m too strong, niggas are meek[Spliff Star]In a heartbeat I spark the heatWho wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meatTurn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin`Executioner style, brains on the pavementNigga face it, you thought I live a basementThought I`d be dead somewhere, or incarceratedI`m too slick, FBI suck a dickYour son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch[Hook - Busta Rhymes][Rah Digga]Yea, with my rhymes hittin`I specialize, Grimy spittin` more grimyThan the lucy with some chinese chickenNow your writin` under pressure `til your fingers start to blisterLookin` like some shit on the neck from rusty flippersIn my BM, fillin` the tank with my Pediem, call `em as I see `emUnderground swingin` to the +Masters+Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leafJust can`t fight the hood[Busta Rhymes]Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-naNow let me rip it right, will hit y`all with theBig, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!!It`s so amazing how we stuff shit upHow we blaze it, and we fuck shit upLike when the bitch give me headAnd I bust and she suck shit upLike a motherfuckin` suction-cupSo turn this motherfuckin` truck shit upWhile I be spillin` this shit with no remorseSee how we killin` this shit[Hook - Busta Rhymes]