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Текст песни Kurupt f Baby S, El-Drex, Short Khop, Tr - If You See Me

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[Kurupt] & Trigga[Trigga?]Yeah, yeh what the deal dog[Where you from?]BK, NYC, reppin` wid the DPGYeah what the dealyYo, yo, yo, yo, LAFCEverything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the bestDogg Pound`s the bestVerse 1: TriggaMic accurate, trade darts TLSlight tint DL, quick flashSmooth as a baby`s ass,Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savageAnd MO30, bullet proof tuxedosTransactions, C-notes for the kilos`Bout our money, killa bees love the honeyPuttin` a sting, on warriors in the ringGet mashed out initiation face slashed outBlock dropper, drama action like I won an OscarEye on me, feds spy on meIt`s them cops in the choppers that play the roofReady to snipe, stay bulletproofEase up on the over proofLevel head the liable and leave ya for deadFill fulla leadIncidents, classified accidentsNo evidence, po-po innocent crime paysI guess it`s the American waysFar from slaves,Yet behind bars and cageFair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guageVerse 2: Baby SIt`s time for me to do this shit for all my years hurtin`See these other niggas bustin` raps that ain`t workin`I`m jerkin` the game, heavyweight pocket exchangeTouch my niggas that`s broke and hope them niggas do the samePause, squeeze ya balls wid no drawsDown for the cause and hoes takin` off they drawsY`all, niggas, ain`t knowin` the halfEverywhere I go feel like I`m runnin` from crashMy intention to smash fast plex on elevatorsSacked a hell a haters crime raider on the faderI`m major now, women hit me on my pagerWhile I`m puffin` on the bombay,The vietnam way... pimpin` in a calm wayAnd rule one, never let a bitch know where your baby mom`s stayHook:Now if you see me creepin` thorugh SCJust walk on by, nigga, just walk on byBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highIf you see me in the NYCJust walk on by, nigga, just walk on byBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highVerse 3: Short KhopGot the session on lockdownMake way for the cocked poundBest to give it all you got now foolFor this new era, new order, new terror, new tortureRun up and extort yaAbort ya missions,Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combatWhere the bomb at, chop up on thatNiggas I been there and done thatCatch a contactBy drainin`, try trainin`Holla when you`ve perfected ya aimin`Ready for a tamingAnd catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed upYa found me in his wife face down mashed upNo stoppin` this, I`m most poppinestAnything to the left of monotonousMister Khopadopalous,Blockin` this hold ya down tech potentAny nigga second guessin` keep his face openedVerse 4: KuruptCheck it out, got games, crackleClash of the titans up against the crackin`Come to fuck you up, stuck you upNiggas bust, niggas lookin` like KuruptWhat the fuck you want?All at you motherfucking small fry small guyMotherfuckin` small cat, beat wid pipes poles and batsBlast wid a small gatRun, and bust till his lungs collapseAnd hit the corner pocketBut first strip his pocketsHe shouldn`ta got caught in the mixtureSee I`m the type of nigga to pull out the paintbrushAnd the board and the paper and paint a pictureYou shootin` and got shotWe shoot ya, Drex Luthor?Then pull pens to report to zoopers?I`m a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass,Double bags caught cashWid cash on cash dub sacks new blocksBaby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short KhopHook:When you see me wid the DPGJust walk on by, nigga, just walk on byBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highAnd if you see me in the INGJust walk on by, nigga, just walk on byBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highVerse 5: El-DrexYo, yo, verbal seizuresComing from the black Johnny FeverYou bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat herWe kidnapped ya girl and ain`t feed her she`s a heavy bleeder,At this point you realise that you ain`t really need herCats that get it betta stand on they pivotLife is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss itOh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed itCouldn`t keep ya distance, so things was done deliberateA G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thingWhen we sing that`s when they bring the jealousy thingBut that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt meThey equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jerseyBlood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbysWe throw things, I got a arm like Testa VerdyIt`s Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsiveBetta contact ya physician for over dosageYou lost ya focus, realise what you getA little bit of good shitAnd alot of bullshit,Now you wounded,So you got exactly what you earnedYou gon` fool wid the Drex it`s like a tax returnHook:When I`m in the 2-F-I-V-EJust walk on by, just walk on byBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highIf you see me in the NYCJust walk on by, nigga, just walk on byBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highBefore you fuck up my highFuck up my high[Alot of mixed up talkin` & shoutin`]All I wanna say,FUCK THESE NIGGAS MAN!Yo, first of all,After all this is over,We still all go to sleep,And we still wake up in the morning,So give thanks to God,Cause he loves usFor real, for real

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