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Текст песни P.R. Terrorist - Wannabeez

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[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]Shake `em down, MathematicsTerrorist, yeah[Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist]All you players, killers, dogs, wannabee thugsIn your body comin` soon is a wannabee slugIn this rap shit is real so I gotta really be bugTo show y`all fake motherfuckers love[P.R. Terrorist]You happy just to breathe oxygenOx and men, ox is friendAnd the rest of them niggaz that`s in the pen I`m standin` inWhat`s a thug? Fuckin` thug, y`all niggaz ain`t really bugWhen this shit hit the fan, y`all hope`ll be thugOut in the desert, rap wizard, stylisticCheck the statistics on my LP`sYou see me on the streets, mark of the beast.44 slugs rip through your fleece, they hold greaseNext tape, trapped on the Shao`, there`s no escapeNo bridge, no boat, just a place for your throatSurrounded by water, transmit the blood of manslaughterThis gold-diggin` bitch on my dick, I can`t abort herPlus it`s cheaper, and the skins is deeper on her daughterSplashin` `em both, got it taped on camcorderWhat it like, I be eatin` too much beats and riceRollin` dice, never thinkin` twice, shit is trifeTerrorizin`, never surprisin` the mic device{*gunshots*}Maricon![Chorus x3][P.R Terrorist]Real niggaz give it up, fake niggaz they get it tookenI`m on a long trip on my way to Central Bookin`2 Heaterz that was found in my Jeep, Eastside of CrooklynWhen I hit the house, everybody`s lookin`At the Latino, who that? Dom PaChinoKillarmy rap style that`s so raunchyTest me, remember that Allah done blessed meEven the Jakes tried fuckin` me up when they arrest meCan`t take my mind from me although you got my 9`s from meAnd know my seed that be growin` in my wiz tummyO.T., makin` CREAM, dress bummyFeds like niggaz who floss and flash moneyBut I`m low-key, bless you with a flow that`s holyAin`t dependin` on a record label to blow meIt`s on me, Terra Iz Him: The LPG.O.D., try seein`, the light be set free[Chorus x4][Outro: P.R. Terrorist]Wannabee, wordKillarm`You ain`t thugsMaricons.. {*screaming*}Come on.. {*gunshots*}You wanna fuck with me!?!Huh? {*screaming and gunshots continue*}I`ll kill all you motherfuckers!That`s all you got?Come on!I`m Dom PaChino![Movie sample]Come on! Let`s go! I`ll fuckin` blow your head off!Come on! Let`s go! See this? You boys are dead And not just dead Bring your boy Dallas, he fuckin` dead too Gold-diggers, you tipped itI ain`t fuckin` do this!Fuckin` friends!We fuckin` grew up together!You mothafucka!You want a war with me?You want a fuckin` war with me?!?!

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