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Текст песни Erick Sermon f Icarus, Red Cafe, Sy Scot - S.O.D.

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[Sy Scott]Yo, I`m a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tacticianTit for tat, three bombs on me, we all tickingSchizophrenic, up in the kitchenWith a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin` itWe check the barrel and start respinnin` itWe I start, medics, start sowing and restitching themMy constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with opiumStay grippin`` em, I`ve got a venomous heart, filled with vigilanceThat will shatter ten continents and ten palatinatesEnvision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictivenessI rhyme with Sid Vicious viciousnessYou be kiddin, soft like kittensMy grills are pit bulls they will kill when I say sick`emRestrain me, restrict meI`m arresting resistance, can`t be apprehended nigga[Chorus]You got a problem with EIf you got a problem, come a holla at meAnd if you want it, we can get it startedPlus I got the whole squad siding with me[Icarus]Let the catty spray and wet up the matineeSmack niggaz with both hands like patty-cakeViolate and I will retaliateI don`t battle fake niggaz, I`m heavyweight niggaGMG, fam, we gladly hottaBehold the sorcerer`s stone like Harry PotterAnd I`m like harry potta, we scary ridersCan`t get near the dadda, I swear to God I`ll come find where you hidin`Have my high, finding beamers and ninasLeave the area shot up, you hearing me patnaI`m a fucking five star general, to drive cars into youIc` dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of youThis message intended to, who`s ever offended dukeYeah you my nigga, but you could still get it tooSo don`t test me, I don`t wanna do this shit to you[Chorus][Red Cafe]Live from the NY stateAnd I got one question, guess what`s in my wasteYa`ll got me pisted off slick talkTo get that Jacob watch, I`ll cut your wrist offI`m in the limo too long to turnAnd this motherfuckin` dutch taking long to burnI`m impatient, this is a song you learnMake money, take money, and I`m hear to confirm my occupationThe new boss of course, the new PorscheI pull up just to murder you niggaz and move offYou too soft, Red Cafe from New YorkI tell a bitch quick, I`m hot can`t cool offI twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exosMy firearms stick to my waste like VelcroIt`s R.C. nothing phony about me, with E double the O.G. you know me[Chorus][Erick Sermon]Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchorI bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangstersI run DMCs, from rappers that`s petter piperI am the big apple, ain`t nobody ripper manI`m not M.J. I`m a lover and a fighterThat`s why I`m in D.C. now, looking for the sniperI came in the game with hoodies and timberlandsHard since Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a manI did time, a thirteen year bidI`m gutter E, I`m hanging on the side of cribI`m a fan, but I hate what you`re doingWhenever you performing shows it`s me booingYa as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixtyDog, ya need more team to get meI`m a G, and my Unit come through like Fifty[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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