Текст песни Shabazz The Disciple - Cremate `Em
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[Intro]Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes![Verse One]Y`all know it`s hell when I come throughI cast spells with the Bellevue 1-2And we can settle it with shells if you want toBump you, squeeze first I`ma haunt youOr better yet I`ll let the gun butt lump youDog tail up ya ass when I confront you, faggot I`ma hunt youNa`an nigga could collab` with meCause when I spit my sixteen, they get mad at meHave them write their verses over tryna battle meAnd nigga that`ll be a fatal tragedyShit, you better off shooting or stabbing methan stepping in this fucking rap ring and jab with meGet ya weight up motherfucker, wear the belt and the crownFrozen niggaz like a dirty gat, I`m melting them downSelf in the ground, you fucking with a higher forceNiggaz be sacrificed, you`ll die on a crossAngel on the pale horseLeave you with multiple wounds when they find youYa man`s comin right behind you[Chorus]Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes!Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes![Verse Two]Y`all know the flow chops ridiculousTaw like the blow niggaz cop on St. NicholasYou think I`m pussy motherfucker stick ya dick in thisLike Biggie said shit infected with syphilisGonorrhea, HIV, flow sick with thisPut a condom on ya mic tryna spit with thisTryna get with this, I`ma hit with thisMake you slit ya wrist, y`all man a clitorisLike chlamydia, hard to swallow, I burn throatGetting rid of ya with hollows, you mob turncoatsWord to the safe in the ceilingMy flow`s like a burning punany, hit the clinic get the penicillinYou see the logo nigga "STD"Fuck what you heard son, the best be meFrom Red Hook, y`all niggaz know how long we waitedY`all motherfuckers, bout to get cremated[Chorus][Verse Three]Put ya jewels up, put ya house upPut ya tools up, nigga put ya spouse upWe can go at it motherfucker album budget for budgetAnd let your a&r judge itShit, I`ll have ya label push ya project backCause I get hyper than a fucking hypochondriacAin`t no responding backMy magnum mic`ll push ya conscience backGive ya ass a holy spirit make you haunt the trackI, I blaze blaze gun gun sprays spraysLeave ya whole record company in a daze dazeTell ya ceo stop calling my houseOr the next fucking song son, I`m calling y`all outBetter prepare for the long awaited, finally made itY`all niggaz bout to get cremated!!!