Текст песни Pop Da Brown Hornet f Down Low Recka, T. - One Shot Deal
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[Intro: Down Low Recka]Eh yo , yo, you got one shot, one shotOne at a time man, don`t be floodin the micWord up, but you got to keep it realCuz bitch ass niggaz, hip-hop is on another levelAnd ain`t havin it no more son[Pop Da Brown Hornet]Aiyyo, yo, the next alliance of giants is now officialFuck what you`re doin and cover the main issueBeats hypnotic to tranq` your whole projectLay down the concept then we eat off the prospectI see shit done shit, still remain the one withThe legit high-potent clean recordThe undefeated, undisputedForm an army, you includedWe can do this shit to hip-hop musicI Reign victorious, the audience, the eye witnessYou can`t fuck with the vocab-ulistYou stay frontin, stay rappin `bout nuttinYou stay talkin `bout always bustinYour gat and how it`s crack you be pumpinCome on, tell me how that shit substantialI take you out before you get the chance toFeed these rap heads like hip-hop, bogusTo me your show, the stupid niggaz ain`t noticeThey`re satisfied with the mediocre strokerBut once I get to bang it I bang it like it`s supposed toIntelligently, honesty and loyalty to my peopleYou`re see through, that`s how I peeped youTryin to get over on the goodsCamouflaged in black, tryin to blend in with the hoodsGod damn, some people never changeWe never stick together that`s why shit remain the sameDo the knowledge but first go look the word upOnce I begin there`s no time to get stuckUh, in position to make the right decisionsNot an amateur, you know I`m top rank in this divisionBring a knucklehead and watch me beat some sense in himBrown Hornet massage the brain like oxygenKeep him conscious, pin-point the prognosisMe and the mic is like high-powered explosives[No Smiles]First Pisces, some say I`m fishy and shiestyDon`t like me? Get Aired out like NikesRhymes, tightly, written ass spittinGet an ass kickin for puttin yo` hands on my kittenSet trippin, it`s gettin hot in the kitchenIf not, stop bitchin, I lock it down like prisonThe jail system, get bail but still sentencedThis Hell I live in, killin each other for positionCrackhead Christians, black man listenYou don`t want no beef, you ain`t ready for the lickinI Go deep before I make a move, I be thinkinChess playin, cess blazin, I`m amazinLike four wheels I`m skatin, chasin for the paperScared niggaz pullin capers[Tariff]Stop who? You bit off more than you could chewSayin what you gon` do, plot hits on crewBut it ain`t nuttin new, niggaz been hatin since day oneGames I never played none, source like A1You play dumb, I could tell a pussy when I see oneThey talk, but when it comes to drama they walkLookin for support, all by yourself gettin caughtThe Time`s runnin short and I`m comin with forceShut down the fort, evacuate the premisesI`ma be the Last Man Standin but the first one who finishesThe Genesis, the new beginnin, it starts nowI spark crowds with a mean bite, and I bark loudT.M.F. arch style, hittin `em upSplittin `em up, you ain`t gettin upYou ain`t got no style, you ain`t sick enoughYou niggaz move too slow, you ain`t quick enoughI switch it up, a mad scientist in a lab, mixin upSo when my shit drop, you better pick it upAnd if your shit`s not hot, you better fix it upCuz I`m rollin with my team and there`s no clickin upYou ain`t big enough to touch, we buildThe truth is now finally revealed and it`s no longer concealed[Outro: Down Low Recka]Oh my God, yo no one shot, I gave y`all niggaz one shotAnd y`all wanna kill shit man, come on nowTo all y`all brothers out there, competitorsTo these brothers right here, opponentsCome on, y`all gotta take it up another level, manCuz hip-hop is now on a new level and a new plainShaolin, kid, T.M.F., GP, Pop Da Brown HornetNo Smiles, Tariff, what? That`s right, 27 Warrant SquadYo, yo, it`s like, what? Black Posse, Paris CrewYa niggas don`t know man, Shaolin HistoryStaten Island, standing grounds...