Текст песни GangStarr f Big Shug, Freddie Foxxx - Capture (Militia Pt. 3)
GangStarr f Big Shug, Freddie Foxxx - Capture (Militia Pt. 3) слова песни
[DJ Premier]"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru"Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug"It`s the real...it`s the Militia"[Big Shug]First name vete-, last name -ranI drop bombs hit you with the curse of ?Jevron?Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped assesI advise you to tell us where the cash isItchy fingers cause nothing but gun fireWe disallow all these cats in the campWe the champs, not really to boast and bragBustin` heads, body bags and toe tagsBlack mags to blow your whole chest in halfIf you don`t know the equation then you can`t do the mathI know you cram to understand the plan, but you tooCaught up in the rapture, front and we will captureSee men and strap ya, cock back and blast yaBlow up your fuckin` house while we still lookin` at yaMilitia man...man part three[DJ Premier]"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank""Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru"I push these lyrics through any emceeand make it burn (burn)" -> Freddie Foxxx"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank""Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru"It`s the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx[Guru]Just to feed the babies I`ll infect you like rabiesWith a lust for the gravy, you know the god must be crazyI`m sick with it, I`m built with stilts for you midgetsWhile you fidget, you could get kill`t for your digitsI`ll creep on the low, keep it a secret yoI swore an oath to dump on you, out the Jeep windowI don`t care if you a geek or a thug, you sleepin` on usAnd you could catch it, some royal heat from the snubSince the streets is watchin` niggaz might see us oftenWe told you rap cats we would keep it poppin`See all I got is a lot of bad news for y`allYou`re gonna need more than a lot of tattoos on y`allYou got an army, you still ain`t got no wins against usYou`re gonna need more than doo rags and Timb`s against usAnd fuck your goons `cause we always get what we`re afterWe bought you this book of torture, this one is Capture[DJ Premier]"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank""Give a nigga pain" -> Big Shug"Listen to a brother who knows" -> Guru"It`s the militia" -> Freddie Foxxx[Freddie Foxxx]There`s one ripped out the frame, felony actEverybody get the fuck up, welcome me backI`m the unseen hand that controls 200 niggazParked while on the street out of unseen vansI`m the law of the land, the rawness of manThat`ll show up on stage, puffin` on contrabandCapture, duct tape rapture, slapped yaServed up my Venus and Serenas, cocked backClapped ya - to Internet emcees I`m virusI`m a warrior, niggaz screamin` "Bumpy shot Cyrus"I`m checked in to every hotel that you lay inNiggaz come to my suite to pick up heatY`all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it realY`all know who buck fifty your face, I`m keepin concealedIt`s capture, get out the truck, I`m keepin` your wheelsYou`ve ?????, `cause you`ve got a gun you never concealI leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arenaAnd underground club that I play inI spit raw verses that y`all ain`t sayin``Cause your soul was bought for what they payin`You wanna have Bumpy`s heart you got to have Bumpy`s chestI`ll bust right `till I find just Bumpy leftI`ll bust mics `till I have just enough breathTo take your heart, it`s thug grand deathCAPTURE!