Текст песни DJ Quik f KK, Pharoahe Monch - Murda 1 Case
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[patois chatta that can`t be made out for 10 seconds]Watch it! WAR-NING!Aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo, aiyy-yo![more chatta talk][KK]I had to figure out a way to touch `emExpose the money and hoes had to rush `emSix by nine Pioneers up in my CutlassSo I can bump N.W.A., and my tape - fuck it!Gots to work to add to my little paperNeed a boost, so I gots to pull me some capersCirculate the dollar pull a broad I ain`t the type to drape herShe roll and she real - if not, I got to shake herOr turn her mind to the next page (face)Face fears fuck, drama let`s get paid (paid)Business first, then we`ll crack a spot so we can playIn the cut somewhere with some drink out the wayNow KK is the name, no actin just mackinWithout runnin some game, together we can stack itY`all niggaz fuckin with the original raspyHaters talk shit and they split;not knowin that they rolled right past me[chatta Chorus][DJ Quik]I ain`t nervous - I`m lookin for plot for a debt that`s overdueHangin out the window of the rental, we dumpin over youWe do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bysWaterhose-douse-bys, bush-in-front-ya-house-bys (yes)Bein a rider is more than sound effectsWith wires wrapped `round ya neck, you know the sound that`s next!{*gagging*} With a twist snap you fallWe duct-tapin your wrists, ankles, laps and allWe love that `Goodfellas`, `Scarface`, all that mafia stuffBut a few volumes of `Faces of Death` get you coppin it toughLook at the autopsy, where fly-swatters got mashed for milesWritin checks that they insides couldn`t cash! (ewww)Like raw steak, them vital organs they softPharoahe Monch and K, like chrome they popped offChunky to wicked, and me yeah Quik did itThe murder, the mayhem, like 40 we Sic`Wid`It![chatta Chorus][Pharoahe Monch]What the fuck do we have here?Pharoahe Monch, let`s make one thing clearForget the tiger, I admire the eye of the bullSpit it for the critics and the undesirablesQuik beats bang like street gangs in inner cityI Bang- like -ladesh, plus bang like shit ain`t shittyShitty, sell fake Gucci bags on eBaySo advanced when I rhyme that you need time de-layThese three and up company like Jack TripperTo get in Depp like Johnny but not Jack the RipperTripped ya, the slumpture slasherwill rupture yout whole team and abduct your church pastorYou know you gotta get it from the incredible mastermindwith disastrous raps hard to find or followThe motto - DJ Quik shithit mo` frequently than quick-pick lotto[chatta Chorus]