Текст песни Seagram f Bushwick Bill, Vell, Ganksta N - Wages of Sin
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[Bushwick Bill]Yo! Bushwick Bill in the mothafucking house...69 Vill straight mobbing...Tru Black got my back...Lil J...5th Ward Texas...Wait till they get a load of me...Ooh shit, I woke up on the wrong side of bed todayLooking for some homo sapiens to slayLost in panic thoughts, frantic killings now I`m soughtBut I give a fuck, fool, I`m the hunter not the huntedBushwick`s the name, Geto Boy executionerTerminator, murder revolutionerStreet stalker cause of a metamorphosisLate night rapes, bodies found in the forestNo clues left behind, a fool from the dark sideContinious killings, many unsolved homicidesNo ordinary kid got a top of no ?????Kidnapped his kid like permanently dispossessedThe controversy falls around Bushwick the HacksawCommand planned slayings with no flaws...When death knocks on your doorAnd wants to come in, time to pay up, motherfuckersThese are the wages of sin...Yo, Vell, tell these niggas what the wages of sin is out here in Oaktown...69 Vill in the house...[Vell]I`ve been stairing to death ever since I was a youthThe wages of sin never said I was bullet proofCause I`m a killer, no doubt, so don`t frontI get visions of niggas being shipped to a morgue truckI get specific when I go on a missionI get straight to the point like the head of Coalition, decisions...Always make me for a blast a motherfuckerBoom, boom, boom, anotha...Brother put to sleep real quick cause I don`t playI do this shit for many hours a day, so hey!So visualize the fact: I`m too swiftI`m down with young Seag, Bushwick and Ganksta NipSo in this battle, bitch, you won`t never winThese are the wages of sin...Think about it, motherfucker and listen up to my partner from South Park...Ganksta Nip, kick some of that psychotic shit for their asses...[Ganksta Nip]Psychotic thoughts, vision dead in my headBloooood from a bulldog`s left legTerribly crazy, take none from a bitchSatanic switch left 2 dead in the ditchMental illusions, spirit blood better be itIf I see a dead head my first mind is to eat itA killing in hotel makes the Devil shoutA human checks in but a corpse checks outA Lyrical wizard, rhyme skills like a mad witchArms, legs, hmmmm, a society sandwichMan from Atlantis doing South Park crimesEvery other day Triple-6 dies 50 times1 plus 1 equals two legs and a hat2 plus 2 equals 4 heads on a black catSavage beast with no meat in my chinDeath is the wages of sin, bitch...Now we comes to the mothafucking pay off...My nigga Seag is the Devil so Devil speak...[Seagram]Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bedSatanic killings brings misery and dreadPentagram symbol printed in my right palmSilence is wisdom and sane but I remain calmMental ????? ????? ????? ????? ?????Chained down in my basement for a pathophysical tortureCaucasians and asians are joining my concentrationSatan persuaded outstanding termination...For moding path, sacraficing souls, swinging bold with an axeI attempt to apprehend but she was cautiousLate walks and stalks leaves the murders oftenKilled the person, stabbed from my hellbound pitchforkWalked on the path of Satan, come on and come forthWhat`s ya began? You are my sin but to comprehend...You are counted for your actions, the wages of sin...[Bushwick Bill]Listen up my brothas and sistas...Look, listen, observe...We are all out here working hard under the sun...Trying to make it the best way we know how but all we working is towards death...And these are the wages of sin...