Текст песни Shyheim f Down Low Recka, K-Tez, Rubbaba - Bring the Drama
Shyheim f Down Low Recka, K-Tez, Rubbaba - Bring the Drama слова песни
[Shyheim]Yo, check it on out (yea, yea)Yea, it`s the Rugged Child in the hid-ouse(Definitely that) KnowI`msayin?With a phat Mac-10 that`s cocked back (live niggas)This goes out to my cousin Killa Kane up in Riker`s(That`s how it`s goin, diggety) KnowI`msayin?Check it out now, yea, what? (bring the drama)(Yo, set it off kid, what`s up?)I`m alive shorty that keeps it real, I don`t pretendFuck a dog, a man`s best friend`s a Mac-10with a clip, a belt full of bullets like RamboBe shootin shit up to be the neighborhood heroSport the phat gear, black hood, black GuessI`m stressed, to drive up the ave. in a white Lex`I`m on a mission, ready for all the actionA stick-up kid that wants be paid like the JacksonsIn other words, CREAM breakin out of my socksWith stacks of cash in a nice shoe boxI`m on a road to the riches, to bag rhymes and stocksNobody on the block clocks dough like I clockShit, I got bitches from sweet ones to gangstasWhen I kick rhymes my foot comes down like an anchorKid, I shine mad bright like the stadium lightsSo bite, and I`ll fly that head like a kiteAiight? Pull up if you want it, and get smoked like potCuz I got a phat glock that shoots when it`s shot[Down Low Recka]Ah shit, it`s gettin hectic, shit`s splitWu-Tang comin thick with smash hitsTo get rich and beat all the bestLock down the industry[K-Tez]That`s my queue, what? What? It`s my turn to burnOh why, oh why can`t these bastards learn?that shit`s real, mad real like Current EventsA loonie nigga that`s ill and mad sick with his knuckle checkedA body snatcher, an animal about to biteA terminator, I`ll grizzle em at 12 at nightA crumb snatcher, give a fuck about no po-9All I know that`s it`s a must that I get mine[Rubbabandz]This is man slaughter, so ya better head for the borderI go through walls and walk on top of waterA rascal attack, so run and get your gatsCuz when we go to war we don`t play around JackNo time for games, I`m choppin punks like woodGive up your goods or lose your manhoodWho`s the blame? I got my props to gainI`m insane, losin cells from my brainGo against the grain, I tear your damn framesThe Shaolin terror leavin niggas in shameShots, hittin like wet drops of rainI got the tec-9 to put you in painIf that don`t work, hell I bring the cannonCuz I could get real just like that girl Rachel DannonAh, feel the flame from the dragonI`m buckwild, plus I`m cold heartedI fuck your girl and your mom just to get shit startedNow who`s the mack? The brotha that scrapsI`ll make you jump with the funk from the gatYea, yea, why do you stop and stare?You crossed my path, you`re best to bewareI`m bad to the bone, packin chromeand what`s not good enough? I`m aimin for your domeSo duck, or get stuck, by the G.P. clickStapleton is mad thickSo don`t sleep, RNS beats is heatStickin punks like gums and concrete[Down Low Recka]I got the ill plan, ill plan of attack (x3)I got the ill plan, ill plan to attack!My Clan is gonna blizza`With phat tracks from R and RZAThat`s how it`s goin, dizzaAiight, niggas wanna fight, then drop the micI smash your ass at night beneath the lightsUh, torture, left to your jawClaimin that you slipped, once you hit the floorBoo, chums in fear with styles I ripped last yearNow they want to take it to the squareand shoot 5, come on nigga you ain`t liveSaw you when you went against shorty and took a diveDown Low Recka will wreck you and all things in your sectorCallin me out, whatevaHands up, or you`re gettin snuffedKnuckle check, better come correctBut if not, then jet like a vetI`m on your ass fast, with much staminaMakin it rough for any challenger to manageUh, I cause much damageI put styles together like a sandwichNiggas can`t handle thisSo hands up, I got 5 rounds to smackBOW! It hurts right, black? So where your boys at?True, brothas is rollin kind of deep tooBut pack, SUUUUU, Killa Bees attackThe rah, you lose, style is buttPlus, niggas on your side want to run with usWhat?