Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" f Hush - Knuckle Up
Royce Da 5`9" f Hush - Knuckle Up слова песни
[Hush] + (Royce)What? (Knuckle up)Yeah.. (Whatchu say?)Hush (Uhh uhh, Royce Nickel-Nine)Yeah, we represent Detroit Rock City(And we`ll FUCK you up!) Yo, yo, yo![Hush]You`re fuckin with a straight-up menaceThat`ll run inside your apartment complex and start sprayin tenantsI stick bastards for a wealthy schemePunch through your chest and snatchin out your self-esteemStabbin your spleen, precise like a javelin teamGrabbin the green, quicker than a crack and a fiendQuick draw, faster than it takes you to blinkI spit thoughts, faster than it takes you to thinkYou catchin a sink, drownin in whatever you drinkI`m huntin you down, bustin at your leather or minkI`m meltin your ice, I`m heated in your average rinkLockin it down, and rockin like I`m trapped in the clinkSlappin a freak, trappin every rat or a finkFast with the ink, blast you out your hat or your linkShatter your teeth, every time you chatter or breatheUnravel your cream, Detroit it`s ether that or the bingHush, I get madder and meanMatter of fact, all of y`all get splattered in three – piecesJust your body and arms in shirts sleevelessBeggin for Jesus, before your heart collapses and seizesWho needs this, crush the fine lineI`ll be on the phone callin my boys and 5`9"Detroit city cats that are born with nine livesAnd I use that are yours, you better shoot me nine times![Chorus 2X: Hush] + (Royce)Knuckle up! If you see us cop a plea and duckKnuckle up! (When you see us in the streets in a truck)Knuckle up! If you see us droppin B`s in a buckKnuckle up! (When you see us in the D, nigga what!)[Royce Da 5`9"]Uhh uhh.. yo yo, yoI done took more bitches off more niggaz handsAnd, more niggaz ran from po-po`s in a vanStick to my word so I don`t threaten niggaz no moreIf I make you a promise then it`s safe to say that it`s honestMy guns, tired from being fired, while yours sit on the shelfI`m like a sole concept in itselfChokin my weapon, burnin your vestIn 2G, rap niggaz learn from the best and hope to be setKnuckle up – I don`t depend on my toast to sparkWrap my fingers around your neck and let the chokin startI`ma be on top pissin `til I soak the chartsYou don`t like me but I`m still here like Rosa ParksA flow is a flow, so – lo and behold the artI listen to you and go, "ehh," on your dopest partI don`t do these open mics, I tear shows apartWhodie I`m a +Hot Boy+, you get roasted darkFirst nigga to hit the flow is smartLast nigga that hit the flow you `bout to see him and his folks departBling bling – chain glow in the darkMore flooded with mo` ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heartHe`s not street smart, he only knows the parkBut we can share this rap pie long as he knows his partIf you was even close to smart, you know I roll with sharksand dogs that bite and only supposed to bark[Chorus] – 2X