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Текст песни Mash Out Posse (M.O.P.) - Raise Hell

Mash Out Posse (M.O.P.) - Raise Hell слова песни

Yeah! Yeah!Go nigga, raise hell!Yeah! Yeah!Raise hell!Yeah! Yeah!Go nigga, raise hell![Verse One: Lil` Fame]The new single, kid get your shit mixedCatch this new slug from the M.O.P. hitlistIt`s thorough for the cars, for the clubs, for the Jeeps(For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep)Hold it down! Home Team back out to sail thisMake `em collapse with caps and Fame make `em famousThe "Downtown SWinger" gun slingers rock wildAnd when I die, I won`t be puttin out flames in hellCop a 10 milli from the corner store ArabFools with truck jewels get stuck for they karatsHold on you hear somebody comin, you hear somebody gunninThem niggaz that you run with is runninCause it`s (BULLETS OVER BROWNSVILLE!)I`m from the place where trey-pounds and fo-pounds killFool how that sound? (ILL!)The star vendor, bend `em like car fendersServe `em like bartenders, what`s next on the agenda?Dope rap, we drop off crack, they can`t stand itWhen I`m {?} when only we be gettin `em open like the `VilleWith this fresh rush, show me on point in this gamecause Fame plays well, and I raise well, so I raise hell![Chorus]Yeah, go nigga, raise hell!Yo, yeah, raise hell!Go nigga, raise hell![Verse Two: Billy Danze]Raise hell, it`s another death wish, I guess it`s timeTo grip nines, to rip behind enemy linesWhere it`s ruthless, and get the troopersthat think it`s somethin sweetM.O.P. niggaz was raised in the street, kidAin`t nuttin changed cause I`m rappin, I am aill nigga and I still will bust my hammer(Is he a gangsta?) Blaze F-A-G`s I don`t stress `emWhen I, catch `em I stretch `em I bless `emand let his momma dress `emThe name`s Bill, the game`s real, me and Fame feelwe can blow trial, and yo I`m illSo blaow in your face! (Bla-bla-bla-blaow) to the death(Buka-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-KLAK) `til there`s nothin leftI ain`t gon` be playin no games witchu fraudsWhenever the two guns bustin just don`t be trustin this Drama Lord(Take it to `em son!) Yeah we got a plan, andBilly Danze packin more steel than Bugsy Moran{?}To the terrible organization, it`s the M.O.P.`s last generationWho wanna confrontation?It`s hammer time and I`m layin on you to see me(Is he a tough guy?) Nah that`s how they make him look on TVFake jerks I rattle, snake chumps I saddleAnd ride they ass all the way to the bus without no trussThe Hill-top, will-rock, non-stopSqueeze-glocks, at the motherfuckers sonHe can`t run, so I ain`t gotta chase him(Do you think you can take him?)Take him then I back him down and lace him, raise hell![Chorus]Raise hell!Hell, hell, go nigga raise hell!Raise hell!Go nigga raise hell!

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