Текст песни Havoc f 50 Cent, Noyd - Bump That
Havoc f 50 Cent, Noyd - Bump That слова песни
[H] Yeah[50] Yeah[H] It`s real, it`s real[50] Yeah[H] Got `em[Chorus: 50 Cent]Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my cliqueThen when I get on that shit, I bring it to `emwhere they pump at, 12-gauge MausbergNo shell in the head `fore you put in workYou gotta pump that - you done hit a nigga with itand you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice niggaDump that - this is serious, these rap niggazI`m just havin fun with it, 50 Cent, Havoc bump that[50 Cent]My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain`t a cop"I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shotWanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?Show `em the clip, show `em the beam, show `em how Daddy lean"In the convertible Jag, 22-inch magsFor a high school dropout, shit, that ain`t badI`m ain`t a Blood or a Crip, I`m doin my own thangG-UNIT! Shit, I done started my own gangI don`t go that funny dance, I don`t throw gang signsBut I`m a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nineYou think all I do is rap, then you don`t know me goodHave Smurf hangin out the sunroof to light up yo` hoodMan, Carlito ain`t never seen Blanco cominBut if he did, you think he woulda started runnin?And I move with them Doublemint Twins, and two macsI`ll leave you flat your back - BRRRAT! Take that[Chorus][Noyd]Uh-huh, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyoMy life story is that gangsta thing, packin that thingIced out diamond rings; fuck linenIt`s Timbs and jeans, puffin cigars, stuff it with greensWhat`s fuckin with Queens? Nuttin and not a thingWe kings of rap, shanks and gats, knuckles and batsGet at me, you want beef, come correctStunt on any nigga in my clique-ah, you get clappedWe sick, so quick, you be layin on your backCause we don`t give a fuck nigga, we love to dumpYou don`t wanna get jumped, better turn yo` music upAnd bump that - cause we comin with them guns blackAnd cause of the hoodrats, know where your home`s atFuck that, this is for my niggaz in the hoods thatslingin them blue caps, smokin that chronic sackGet that paper, watch for all hatersSnitches and them bitches and them inside tradersNigga fuck that[Chorus][Havoc]Yeah, yeahIf you trippin with my niggaz 50 and NoydIf anybody ask me nigga them my homeboysWhen it come to drama know we pack them big gats(We got a ton of slugs) Bitch, and it`s like thatWe them thirsty ones, no mask, we stick catsI never handcuff a ho, I let you whip thatLet my money bubble, live off the kick backThis midnight shit is serious, where your kids at?These streets too dangerous to let them roamI done seen the gulliest of `em, cry for homeLike a fish out of water, they gasp and shakeI`m a friend of the jooks and the dukes and the duct tapeLike a Down South nigga I won`t stop `til I`m "skraight"Walkin up the street, testin out my heatUh-huh.. and as you stand in disbeliefWhen it comes to the slugs I ain`t cheapNigga you know I..[Chorus]