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Текст песни E.S.G. and Slim Thug - Murder Weapon

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(*talking*)Ha Slim Thug, E.S.G., Boss Hogg OutlawsMy boy C on the track, putting it down like thisLive from the Manger babyYou boys out there on that chrome, watch your backSlippers get got, feel this(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)[E.S.G.]Now keep the sell us on the real, it`s from the man with the grillE.S.G. what`s up Bun B, you from the land of the trillTrying to get our hand on a mill, don`t give a damn how they feelI know my hood real, you see us working wood wheelWhat`s the deal, we still riding dirty in TexasGot something you never seen, a 4-30 LexusRiding reckless bending corners, you slip you`s a gonerThat cat in that mask, was something mo` than marijuanaYokohamas for twenties, riding vogues with swangasThree TV with a DVD, Playstation 2 with disc changerFrom Southside to the Manger, Boss Hoggs be wreckingLeaving jackers confused, like presidential electionsBubble dried what we got, where we put our cashKeep on crying bout us, I`ma put my foot in your assPut a hole in your mask, for trying to stop our shineGot a glock in my lap, at all times[Hook - 2x]We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for dangerThese boys`ll get you, for your twenties or swangasMidwest, Dirty South, represent where you from(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)[Slim Thug]Slippers get got, jackers get shotIf I catch em trying to plot, in my parking lotThey got me for my drop, now I shop at Topeka lotI wasn`t high, cause Rodney D. Young, shot me a knotGot back on my feet, one month later, back on the streetTwenties inches I be, on my big body fleetYeah you caught me slipping, but I`ma charge it to the gameBut when I catch you slipping, I`ma put one in your frame[E.S.G.]Gon be a mask in Texas, but without change songsEspecially if them folks, pass them gun control lawsI`m trying to roll like my papa, retire one dayTill then I`m on MLK, it`s on found sun downNow what`s up Southside, we smoking trees to the dawnForget to turn the alarm, and find your TV`s goneGet your brains blown, that glock`ll pop your assOr should I let the electric fist, shock your ass[Hook]We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for dangerThese boys`ll get you, for your twenties or swangasEast Coast, West Coast, represent where you from(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)We keep one up in the chamber, strapped for dangerThese boys`ll get you, for your twenties or swangasMidwest, Dirty South, represent where you from(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)[Slim Thug]Ride with me, and come see what that North be likeWe sip syrup and Sprite, and let our mind take flightBub light shine bright, when we creep at nightWith red eyes and bad sight, cause we don`t sleep at nightI`m from the side known for jacking, placking and pistol packingIt`s like New Jersey Drought, but these boys ain`t actingThey`ll break you off, if you live on the North or the SouthCause it don`t matter where you from, or where you flossIt`s every man for himself, out hereAnd that`s why we thugged out, and ride with no fearIt look like it`s getting better, year by yearBut I still got my chrome baretta, here in the clearBut it ain`t all bad, matter fact it`s all goodCause it go down, every night up in my hoodWe sip pints, blow kill and just chillWe all from the North, but we all gone still for real[Hook - 2x](*talking*)Ha, that`s on the real babyKnow I`m saying, 2001 2000 and 2Huh, Boss Hogg Outlaws we ain`t half stepping(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)It go down, I don`t care where you atWhat`s up East Coast, know I`m sayingNew York, down Jersey, Virginia, all them boys out thereI know y`all got y`all murder weapon(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)What what, Midwest ha, where you at know I`m sayingSt. Louis, on up through, I know them boys out thereGot they murder weapon, you know what I`m saying, keep it real nigga(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)What what, all my West Coast dogs, you know what I`m sayingThat C walking, B walking doing your god damn thangI know you got your motherfucking murder weapon out there baby(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon)Huh huh, what what down here in the Dirty SouthThat`s how we do it, Boss Hogg Outlaws, Big Dinero EntertainmentBoss Hogg Entertainment, S-E-S, what what whatMy big dog Sin huh, that`s the styleThem boys got they murder weapon, what`s up M-O-EHa it`s going down boy, feel this(can`t never leave the crib, without a murder weapon), huh

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