Текст песни MC Eiht f N.O.T.R. - Killin Nigguz
MC Eiht f N.O.T.R. - Killin Nigguz слова песни
Do this muthafuckin` shit right thoughWe in the muthafuckin` houseGeahIn the muthafuckin` houseNiggas On The Run in the muthafuckin` houseBoom Bam, Tha ChillMC Eiht in the houseAnd we know your muthafuckin` residential spots, geah[THA CHILL]I`m breakin `em off the proper chunks of the Compton funkHoo-bangin` with a pistol grip pumpBuckin` shots in your body boy, buckFor poppin` that lip service, now your lookin` nervous, uhMuthafuckas best to run and duckCause that nigga named Chill still don`t give a fuckNiggas be gettin` shot up with the pistolaCall me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chillerI got my heat on the front of the seatFuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gunNiggas On The Run, hah, click number 1Got them niggas steady swangin` and the bitches straight sprungSo you best to bring your army, your posse, your gangAnd we can get in the street and throw them thangsNigga figure he`s bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ahFool I`m holdin` the triggerFinger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk `em upI`m tearin` up body parts, makin` it smell like what the fuck?Don`t be thinkin` you gon` catch a nigga slippin` with your shit nigga1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin` niggaAin`t nuthin` but them niggas that killWe ain`t nuthin` but them niggas that kill...Boom Bam in the houseWhere you from nigga?[BOOM BAM]I`m from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the NNiggas be poppin` that shit and I`ll be sockin `em once up in they chinOne hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeperRock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeperBitch wanna know where us niggas that kill atWell, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that`s where we chill atCause I don`t give a fuck about Dollars & SenseI`m backin` my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent niggaCause I swear to god I`m gonna kill QuickCause when you fuck with my nigga then it`s some real shitSo if you feel you wants to get something off of your backCome to the new muthafucka, that`s where you`ll find me atYou best to watch your backCause I be creepin` through your hood Every other night loaded with my fuckin` gatJust hopin` that I see youTo blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep throughCause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin` niggasGeah, cause we them killin` niggasChorus...[EIHT]Don`t be slippin` on this side of townWhere the notorious, victorious, put that ass downAnd I`ma clown like Krusty when I bust thisYou can`t let off cause that shit is too rustyBetter be breakin` like Trigga when I pull my triggaNigga how`d you figure?You better be diggin a bigger ditchFo` sho` just watch that ass get poppedI`ll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shopGeah, foolOriginal Baby GangstaI`ma pull My shit Then watch - it spitOoh, the fireThe hollow points flyin`Hear the screams of your bitch While you dyin` (geah)Lyin` on your backTryin` to get ????Never seen a man cryUntil he seems deadAs I pump 2 more slugs up in that assBetter dash before your dead By these killin` niggasChorus...GeahIn the muthafuckin` houseThe Eihthype thugs, uhJust them killas niggas know I`m sayin`????? to the 9-6We`re back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uhDon`t fuck around know I`m sayin`C`mon sayin`Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin` steets