Текст песни (Scarface f) DMG - You Don`t Hear Me Doe
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[DMG]Call me psychotive but I`m bad, nigga yo!And I`ma do ya bad, blackAnd when I come, I`m bustin up niggas to hear me, blackYa should of never let a nigga seeif there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated meHuh, I waited for my date to come-of-ageand now I`m of-age I can`t escape the fuckin front pageSo I guess that nigga D is up to hit againI kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like I`m GilliganI`m P, supposed to hit a lick for a jackThe only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin backNigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissedNiggas they can`t fuck with my cliqueI`m here to break em off for chunkA D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punkAnd I be rollin with the brassDon`t answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll apass, niggaDon`t even stop to say `Whattup?` cos I bust for the fuckAnd pay some quick to light a motherfucker upNext time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the placeor be the next to meet the Lord face-to-faceNigga, I ain`t the one to take no bullshitCos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clipSo when I come for ya, act like ya knowSittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don`t hear do`Chorus:I`ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh)Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don`t hear me do`(But you don`t hear me do`)Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don`t hear me do`[DMG]It`s time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, niggaI grew apart, livin my life as a criminalNiggas G to kill but still I see that you don`t hear me do`So I`ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mateHit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmateD-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, GlockMy Glock makin sounds and it don`t stopSo nigga pass the swisha quickand I`ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertipsCos, see a nigga gotta saty highI try to smoke til I can`t smoke and then I won`t smokeBut still I got my fingers on my shitand click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a testedStraight from St.Paul but clockin G`s down in TexasSome think I`m talk cos I play it coolbut I ain`t the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won`t doHuh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bankThen after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thangAnd I will pain up the assholeCollectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don`t hear me do`Chorus[DMG]Ain`t no mistakin what I`m bringin, you motherfuckers still ain`t hadenoughSo I`ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunkMay it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shankAny way you come I`m in your motherfuckin shit, mate!Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin firesquick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass dieAnd it ain`t no runnin down dem backstreetscos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meetHuh, and still you wanna test a nigga soAudi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don`t hear me do`ChorusYeah, check it!