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Текст песни Krumbsnatcha f Lord Harrison, Timbo King - To All the Killas

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[Chorus: Prodigy {*sample*}]To all the killers and the hundred dollar billersTo real niggaz, who ain`t got no feelingsTo all the killers and the hundred dollar billersTo real niggaz... to real niggaz[Krumbsnatcha]K-B-X, yo, yoWho wants to test the untestable?Infrared 9 at your spine, leave you vegetableWhere the bullet not, don`t get caught in drop when the light changeLeft that light frame like eject on the flight planePeace to thug niggaz on this shit that we onGet your heat on, guzzle down that Bacardi le-monFuck a don, I`m on symotic over your block shitPop shit, watch the glock spit, lay you like carpetsI roll with niggaz that sniff coke and tote gunsand take funds, whether number 1`s or sulibate nunsShit`s official, fuck 5 mics, it`s 5 pistolsNever miss you, penetrate your body tissueKeep you runnin like runner, sweatin like summerThen someone unexpectedly guns ya from the Tididel HummerBeat that ass like drama, fade em out like Donna SummaForever like Wu-Tang, my crew bang like accidents[Timbo King]For real niggaz who feel this is on some numb shitGun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shitCorner thugs buggin on birds, we serve em purposeThe same 45 in your mouth, stuck up, your worthlessExtreme measures, illegal treasures, plus the safe scavengersPepper mace in your face, purple haze, lace hash from a rocko burninWe on the block earnin thousands from PJ`s to housinsDiggin pockets, rip trousers, spark a dutch, start a forest fireTap, drop a diamond, informant niggaz walk police wiresWe on some 86, stick-up figure impulseThe last days are crime, son, take it as an insult[Chorus x2][Lord Harrison]We leave em rotten just for plottin my squadrenget no part of this, we robbin, your positionon the mission to target, is you bitch made?My army brigade got the plan madeWe rippin thru they assholes with the triple-edged bladeThe illest exectioners droppin this, with peace to the bottomlessIt`s symbolic to monogomous hollow tipsRippin thru they vests for respect, neverthelessto impress, we come in vain with some envious techsMy enemies get viciously torn up by my cavalrythat`s constantly shootin for this life of equalityFatality, supreme victory, some war storiesMisery bring treachery, so now I kill you slowly, fuckin phonyReceiver of many, I come with plentyA posion for they belly, into Hell is where I send theenemies, if you can stand the heat, step in the flameand get your fame put to shame cuz you lameLeavin your bitch rappers slain, truly insaneYou leave this Earth with my scars, sun, moon and starsis what you see when my 7-half mind spars[Krumbsnatcha]Yo, yo, yoDesert Eagle at your cerebral, keepin you civilizedthe thug way, your mug stay the same way the slug layDone it and seen it thru these blunted contactsStolen ax, buy new gats, hot gats, serial scratchlike fleas, 8 million MC`s drop to your knees like church mastPlay fast, full mission from the stash[Timbo King]Dirty burners blazin at night, we got the ave sewnChrome, nickel-plated, 44, murder, dead zonePolice tracin prints, stolen cars with tintsBum bitches boostin gear, sellin clothes for centsSharp razors make faces ugly, snatch a diamond, lovelyDrinkin Valentine ghetto bubbly[Chorus x2]

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