Текст песни Poetic Hustla`z f Flesh-N-Bone - Intro & Insanity
Poetic Hustla`z f Flesh-N-Bone - Intro & Insanity слова песни
(Airplane take-off. Air-traffic control dialogue. Helicopters. Sirens)[Boogy Nikke]Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhThree Hustla`z was born up in this world of evilSanity, humanity`s gone up in them suckas tryin` to trigger meFigure me out? Hell, naw, it`ll never happenStill cappin` them suckasI got the tear to show I love it, muthafuckaNever once was I hesitant to handle this type of situationGimme the grip, I smoke this niggaLet`s roast him[Tony Tone]I`m a Hustla, St. Clair nigga, bustin` caps if have toNiggas that`s talkin` that shitI`m a flip - don`t make me kill yaSmokin` those, buckin` no hoes, that`s how I rollReady to ride, just bring your gunsI blaze the blunts to get high `til I dieI`m bustin` through - you never sleepI creep up at your window to snatch your soulThen take cash and bail up outta there, I`s gone[Mo! Hart]We`ll I`m known for my flippin` skillsI`m rollin`, niggas causin` ruckusSo you best to chill, eliminatin` all suckas at all costsI pay to be the bossSo, come on, we`ll play your gameBut it won`t be our lives takin` the lossSendin` your body into hellified convulsionsMakin` you wish that you had done early mornin` devotion(Chorus: Flesh)The St. Clair thugstas for the wastelandPoetic Hustla`z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-townReady to get beat down with bats and chainsThe St. Clair thugstas for the wastelandPoetic Hustla`z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-townReady to get beat down with bats and chains[Boogy Nikke]Now you can tell there`s a time on a brother if you wannanow be willing to face the consequencesif I show ya behind the scenes of a geniusI`s a Hustla, muthafuckaNever trust ya for nothin`because you bustas hatin` Hustla`zYou`re suckas, for oneI can fuck your bitch, for two, and it`s true[Flesh]Like TNT, my crew blew upNothin` for you, but destructionDaily kabash, now let me tell you somethin`If you ain`t down with the click, start shit, and I`m dumpin`Pump, pump with the Mossy shottyThought that they got me, but I`m a rollSo dare and step up, with my pistol, grip upWell, instead, anybody better bewareDon`t stare when I`m bailin` down your blockYou stop, you look, and then very soon dropWay back in the day they called me B.B. RockI`m tryin` to stop any fools who thought that he was livin`Turned his back on stacks, to the bloodshedI stop `em and make sure they come back[Tony Tone]Murder crawls on the streetsI roll with heat, and watch my backAt all times for the shyste muthafucka`sTryin` to sneak a TEC with his mindRemember this: don`t let me bring that ho up outta your soulWhen it`s time to rollMy St. Clair niggas`ll point with straight up gun controlAmmunition that`ll blow you awayYou niggas test, got blessed when you lay in your grave`Cause crime pays[Mo! Hart]Callin` me out on the dance floor, niggaYou know we `bout to pranceBut the outcome ain`t shit closed to what you plannedMesmerizin`, your ass left in total confusionShould`ve read the instructions good, `cause you`re losin`I`ve never bothered nobody until they bother meEspecially now, `cause I`m in this fuckin` industry(Chorus)[Boogy Nikke]Giddy-up, muthafucka, `fore I diss yaYou ain`t got the heart to drink the bloodI can`t trust ya, muthafuckaGotta know who I`m rollin` with be soldiers for me, the B-double O-GYeah, I`m in your veins, die niggaWhat you wanna do?I run everything from Mississippi from the bitches to youI got my clip packed straight in my hipready to dip on them suckas that be set-trippin`, rippin`, and dippin`[Mo! Hart]Commonly known to the foes, nigga, my name is Mo (Mo)Don`t ever get the impression that I`m some kind of ho`cause once you cross that lineyou`ll be the victim of your own demiseThis means you`re gonna die for fuckin` with a cool-ass little nigga like meJust throw up your right fist when I roll through your streetDidn`t wish to be violent, but don`t think that I`m tameMuthafucka, wail his ass with a bang[Tony Tone]Niggas is pissin` me offSo my actions are based on realitySociety makes this world we live today in a fuckin` tragedyNiggas is killin` each other for the root of all evil, the same sequelBack in the days, you wanna get paid?You had to do some evil, anything to make your life go fowardWe`ll run over what`s not in orderMo Thug`s in charge, we`re rebelsAnd St. Clair soldiers, comin` from these Cleveland streetsWe can`t be beatYou slip, and we will really harm yaMuthafucka, you slip, and we will harm ya(Chorus)