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Текст песни ONYX - Fuck Dat

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Текст песни ONYX - Fuck Dat




[Fredro Starr]Yo! Turn that shit up, word up! Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!Ya niggas is dead-ass!Know what I'm sayin'?We're payin' my niggaz ' All City 'n shit!Word up! Yo Mega, Fuck Dat!( )Rip that Brooklyn shit nigga![J. Mega, (Fredro Starr)]What? What? What? What? What? What?My fleet goals, by da creep coldWe blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'emWe raise the states in this game, like heliumThe new millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'emGreen backs, I want a mil (of) 'em!But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black outNiggaz be frontin', we take the back robNow stay with that style, original, wanna act wild?City puttin' cartracks out, as we stack nowWe're nuthin' to match out, formulaSee it clearly through my corner-yaThis goes out to niggas on the corner, Mega's on yaRap performer, no diploma, I'm sippin' on Corona, keep my carpet Coma The East New York Soldier, what?(Fuck Dat! That's the All City shit!Yo Greg Valentine!)[Greg Valentine, (Fredro Starr), {Sticky Fingaz}]Yo, the bees be rushin' like petrees(?)You better had that bulletproof vest under ya fleeceThen a clever sceam up ya slees, we has to say deleaseBetween the thugs and the police, shit'll never be peaceCause holiday, raise ya weights ya hourly rateWe poly for higher states, buyin' fire escapesSee this, criminal life is like a 'roll it in dice'Niggaz holdin' they ice, wild bust on a sliceYo it's too often too hot, in this ghetto meldin' potPut out these fagat ass niggas try to steel what I gotAs if, that ain't enough, for Jakes is ratin' the spotWhere we eat at, but tonight that's where they bleed atThat belone her with the flame, throwin' their rain, it's overPrayed to Jehova, jiggaz up, the game's over(All City what, All City what?! Fuck Dat!Yo Sticky) {wassup nigga?}( Come here nigga, Fuck Dat!Let these muthafuckaz know nigga!!!) {I want some NEW SHIT!}(Afficial Nast! What?!!)[Sticky Fingaz, (Fredro Starr)]Oh ooh, here the thug come, from out the dungeonSay goodbye to ya love one, you can't heard from, the dumb dumbKickin' WACK SHIT! I cut out ya tongue son! I'm in this rap shit for the LOVESONG!Who can stage as soon as the blunt's out? YOU DON'T WANT NONE!But regardless, readin' WILDEST, you get da MILDEST!I muthafuckin', muthafuckin' murder, want charges!You off getargets, kill any rap artist!Still hate ya GUTS!, and hope that ya DIE!If you're not Allah, then yo' ass gotta FRIE!Soon as life is for a life, without no remorseYou fucked up BIG TIME, you should've finished me off nigga!(What?! Fuck Dat! Fuck Dat!Afficial Nast what up?!Yo Lefty, I got a new nigga for ya niggaz!Yo Fuck Dat! Step up and shit....)[Bubba Smith, (Fredro Starr), {X-1}]I roll with gat-swingers, that bay arms like tanktopsA bunch of problem bringers, that an ass bet ya wanna make your bank stopGuaranteed to make ya block hot, we runnin' the spotsWe're tired of jizzle 'n rocks, we straight up fuckin' in villains or jachtsGot the Big Apple on smash like mobbs, we're livin' hell really?!So we just vanish 'n rob, paper tellin' me we all dyin' from a leg docs(?)So fuck it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' poppedThem thugs probably heard, left these two guns is al lot!It's my time to go, playa, I'm tryin' to go spittin' youFor the dolies, niggaz just press G-OWhile shoot outs, reachin' for the glocks, on my way to gettin' drugsStill spittin' ya, 3-60 pill, I was drugged up, in a sixth still SHITTIN' yaCall it murder, besides anybody TRY to here missin'(Fuck Dat! Yo X -1 nigga!) {What nigga?}(Ya betta fuckin' do this shit nigga!) {What what, what, what?!}(Fuck Dat! Afficial Nasty Niggas!Fuckin' takin' this streets! That niggas is dead!)[X - 1, (Fredro Starr)]All you crack niggaz, I don't even like your styleIf it wasn't for love, you be dead right nowSpeak upon the gun nor, X is layin' it downDirty two rounds, sprayin' ya townTakin' dirt back under the ground, be a man, take ya lawsDie with the sacred course, six's bein' deep on the basic floors




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