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Текст песни Screwed Up Click f H.A.W.K., Chris Ward - Bang Bang

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[Intro]Bang-bang, I shot you down bang-bangYou hit the ground bang-bangThat awful sound, bang-bangI use to shoot you down[H.A.W.K.]Bang-bang, all that remains is a splattered brainChizzle your frame, and blood gushing from you veinsWe bust them thangs, that rearrange your whole frameAnd inflict pain, like a venomous snakes fangsH.A.W.K. is the nickname, H.A.W.K. therefor is sick maynAnd when I aim, just get low like Ying-YangAnd if you`re in my range, while I`m in my RangeYou better switch lanes, and dash like DameI`m like John Wayne, without a saddle maynI tear up thangs, the force of a hurricaneYou think it`s a game, then go on let your nuts hangCall my bluff, and you gon see your cuts maynBlood on your Chucks mayn, I don`t give a fuck maynI`m not young, but I do want the bucks maynFire up the dutch mayn, fired in the clutch maynAnd just remember, anybody can be touched maynI`m like Big Daddy Kane, ain`t no half steppingCause I keep a weapon, and it`s a Smith-N-WessonI keep my heat on me, like I.D.Bust a few shots, you hooked to an IVSo don`t try me, or you will die GAnd one thang bout me, is I don`t lie GDon`t jump fly G, or try to act crazyCause that will only have you, lying under daisiesMama screaming out, what happened to my babyOur sympathies go out, to your T-Lady[Chris Ward]You see I grind full time, and I rhyme on my off daysIn a red patent leather colored Coupe, and the top is soft greyAll you hating ass haters, best to back up off meIf not I know where to do it, my glock faultyAnd round here, man they call me C dot WIf I ain`t got no love for ya, ain`t no sense in mugging yaI just pull out, and toss a couple slugs at yaWith a warranty, that nine out of ten`ll end up in yaI got a aim, so superb when I spitIt`s like my flow pattern, have you ever heard when I spitI`m so correct with it, I must connect with itHit your chest back head, and then your neck with itSee I`m the truth lil` dude, just ask these niggazThey could be driving in they ride, and I could be walkingTen miles behind, and I still pass these niggazLike a bad accident, I`m bout to crash these niggazAt the lyrics cemetery, is where they gon have to stash these niggazAnd yeah-yeah, it`s C-Ward the B.Gizzle of the clickThat`ll dump a clip at ya, till I hurt or burn a clickClick-click-click, uh-huhAnd reload, and do it all over again my niggaClick-click-click (blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka)Click-click-click (blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka)Click-click-click (blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka)

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