Текст песни Originoo Gunn Clappaz - Gunn Clapp
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[Top Dog]I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimesSo you find, that you will get hit one timeWith the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a bodySo fuck around when Top D-O-G`s in the zoneYou be slippin` into darkness with the chrome to ya domeSoldier boy, don`t be takin` Boot Camp for no toyBe the first one in the hole when po-po starts to rollOn ya posse, cause we know ya posse`s punaniAnd forever dreaming, time for y`all to stop schemin`Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y`all be the only ones leavingIn a pine box, cause I`ma straight shotsAnd I won`t stop, til all them body drop[Louieville Sluggah]To shots to a brain, punk trynna maintain in painBut it`s insane how you was raised in this gameStreets is hectic, you should of been on ya best bitchI don`t feel sorry that we had to wet shitBut sound of a tre, pound is firedIt must be tension, niggaz wanna elevateBut not when nigga listens, he`s on his ownTrapped in a zone, thinkin` it`s funForever stuck, project people runnin` to the GunnTo see the one, who ass has just got doneNow tell a story, who fought backBut then clapped a dead homey, end of storyFeel and oldy took ya forty, SluggahFrom the Ville is gettin` naughty and real blessedMany men get mingled, many get mashedBut how many times must we get up in that ass[Starang Wondah]Ruthless, whose this, coming through ya speakersEverything is wreck, I`m on the set like boricua`sOriginal, criminals, style subliminalGettin` rid of you, fake emcee`s, I put that assIn critical, condition, where niggaz be hopin`And wishing, Strang` ain`t comin` up ya blockWith glock ammunication, like lord have mercyStarang don`t hurt me, Heltah Skeltah melt yaAss like Hershey`s, my mack clips make niggaz do backflipsThem tactics need practice, make you act as if this shitThat I be kickin` ain`t for real, pack more steelThen four wheels at the dog hillCommercial rap get the gun clap*skit*[Starang Wondah]Sayin` we ain`t dope, when I saw ya punk ass scopin`You was on my dick til Buckshot `got ya opin`Too hot to handle, no I can`t stand y`allPunk ass niggaz get blown out like Orlando(Crept in cruel, but Steele got swept in fool)It`s a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frameBooyakah, fuck who you are, didn`t get ya nameNiggaz couldn`t hang, if we sufficent ease the painAnd brains blow, so I say fuck thisLet my nigga Rock bring the Ruck-usNiggaz talk shit, then they leaving here in crutches[Louieville Sluggah]I, cock, back, relax and swingRingin` ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville beUpon them weak crews, them can`t do me nothingThem can`t do me nothingDare cross this path, gassed up and making somethingHuffin`, bluffin`, punk in my pathVoice raise glass, and I don`t think that you can ask routesStand me, I bambi, ass of a wack cat, with my back half blackSo whose a dandy, he, L-O-U-I-E Ville SluggahComing for ya, so muthafuckas run for cover[Top Dog]This is another, warrior sound that goes aroundAnd go` around, like them punks from undergroundCatchin` beatdowns, they not hard to the coreThey don`t really want no war, when them rays hit the floorNow this is for me, this is what I gotta doTo let them niggaz know, that ain`t no fear in this man hereBut of course we know anybody dieBut be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die