Текст песни Da Beatminerz f Lord Tariq, Royce the 5- - Intro/Live & Direct/Brace 4 Impak
Da Beatminerz f Lord Tariq, Royce the 5- - Intro/Live & Direct/Brace 4 Impak слова песни
[Woman] Dad-da[Baby] Dad-da da-da[Woman] Ma-ma[Baby] Ma-ma-ma[Woman] Ma-ma[Baby] Ma-ma[Evil Dee]Word up, yaknowhaImsayinIt`s about to happen, Evil Dee in the area {*Phone rings*}Said it`s about to happen, said it`s about to changeWord up!{*Phone rings*}{*Button is pushed*}[Woman on phone]Turn that damn music down man! {*music fades*}Turn that music down man, your shakin the damn house!What`s wrong with you? This is not a club!{*Music starts again*}[Lord Tariq]From a killer to a killer, rap cats to the cap peelersThe hustlers, the coke, smoke, dope, and crack dealersOn the streets of New York you can`t find none realerI survived gunshots, cops, and all fed squealersWe bled for the scrilla, chuggin shots of TequilasBut now y`all gone feel us, cuz the mission is to kill yaNine milli` is the slug, and thug the lifestyleAnd I`ll rip your bro, cause bro I`m quite wildSo here, take this rag and wipe your smileCuz when I pull shit, the bullshit might go downI got dawgs in the ghettos, and the white boys townThat`ll die for the cause, I`m controllin the boardThrough many cities abroadFrom the counties of Cali, to C74, B I`m heavily lawedI invest in, Bronx blots, from Rosedale and CrestonTop of that ho sale, and have my whole saleGet `em gear, a salary and hope it goes well`Til I`m shot or locked up and can`t post no bailY`all are frail, y`all niggas can`t fuck with what we intoKnife is the apparel, and the nine is the utensilEverthing official, made to get you raisin issuesWhen the bullets blaze we hit`chuNothin less they`re grazin tissuesMy mind designed for every rhyme you spit, I spit twoMy nines designed to split you in two, get up in you[Man with an island accent]This is live and directLive and directYou know what live and direct means?It means live and direct[Royce the 5-9]You motherfucker`ll get tore up and be toreBy the walkin bomb, that`ll blow up and reformGrow up, then rebornTold you that I`m a star that`s gone live foreverServe a life sentence and get out and go to the barSo nigga take that {*gunshot*} If I gotta go to the carOr that {*gunshot*} that {*gunshot*} if I gotta throw it in parkThe iron`ll wet you, the Mossberg pumpWith the buckshot shells`ll turn a nigga into chinese checkersI don`t even start writin `til I`m on my 3rd fifthThis is what you get when Beatminerz meet the WordsmithsEverytime I go out, I cop somethin newEverytime I throw this right hand, I knock somethin looseWho the fuck think they can see me, might as well call the wifeAnd tell your not comin home and to take it easyMy guns don`t snoop, they woof, at them sissy-ass niggasType that acidentally shoot they footDesert Eagle too big for you bitch-ass niggasSoft-ass punks, can`t take the cake back niggasAnd you wonder why they suckin my dickOr why I keep a suitcase with thirty grand handcuffed to my wristOr why the rocks could possibly make you lose your sight blinkin, on the wristLookin like haledge and hazard lights blinkinRoyce the 5-9 and Tariq about to sprinkle gunpowder on all beefNow who the fuck want it, nigga[Man with island accent]Now hear this!You little spit and chew out sound boyIf an stick you conquer my experience I will workYa must think a some kings in the CIA gettin crownedNo no no, no no no no wayYa got to work HARD for itDon`t bring no, go up and sound until it get downCome wit it!