Текст песни Keith Murray f 50 Grand, Ron Jay - Take it to the Streets
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Intro:You better recognize what. Snatchh your fuckin` head from your neck. Wordup it`s the cold blooded sin. Strickly murder. Legion of Doom 94. Word `emup this is how we do that shit. Techs to your record son. Shit. Fuck thatshit. Word `em up that how we`re always been.50 Grand:Yo check it, I feel the vibe like ShanetCollaborate on niggas brains and bend you ass like a Sinse`My death sentense is danger I black out like Joe Ripken niggas hittin` the floor like the chamberThe sick authorist transmits for no repentAnd activate the plan the Pentagon inelligentsSo listen close like musical chairsThe L.O.D. is deep then the niggas Under The StairsI crack million dollar script like an archetict And execute like the chair when I inflict deathI got the creepiest slang in this galaxyAnd wreck the industry so mysteriouslyComing with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelarsAnd twist rap caps for all you motherfuckersWalk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the luegerNiggas be scared to face 50 Grand like MedusaThe shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blendScenes from Toni Braxton you`ll Never Breath AgainI rhyme without ability to reason, niggas is guilty of treasonWho`s to blame but the Legion to the DoomHook:With punk niggas we got beef so(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)On the mic we definatly got beats so(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)Ron Jay:Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mixI hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the scriptBeeotch my style set on fire to touch VenusMy soul seeks the universe while I`m sleepin`I`m creepin` makin` myself develop with the chronicElectronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionicSo you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbsConduct like ? with electrofying wordsI freak to them suicidal tracks break backsNiggas scarred fakin` fuckin` heart atttacksOooh when I`m comin` through the crowd Niggas want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up50 Grand:I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insainFuck that shitNews InterludeKeith Murray:The moderation incobation of my creation Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulationTrust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith MurrayIf I had 24 hours to live and one wish I wouldn`t wish for no damn lifesaversI`d start going wild like Larry DavisThe funk speach vigalante from the L.O.D. Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently And deep as Greek mythology on level ZTheres six million ways to die And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are liesSo I keep my wittiest ironist hidious Psychosis bloodiest flow decitiousComin` from out this orbit deep space 9`s wiggle my shit Meltin` crew down like synthetic acidCome half steppin` fession` through a sectionAnd get the midsection of your brain drain With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin`Outro:Yo 40 dreams and blunts for witches. Yeah that`s what we got for themniggas. Yo lets get on it get off it. L.O.D. we won`t forfit.A-yo check it out. L.O.D. is the niggas man. A-yo put your money where yourmouth is at nigga yeah. I have you rockin` dazie dukes and Reebok pumpsnigga yeah, yeah. L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it`s on