Текст песни Spice 1 - Kill Street Blues
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Chorus:Cookin` up yae in the pure form of a rockThis is how we clock, stroll up on my block3 in the morning po-po at my doorI`m wonderin` if really po-po at my doorThis is kill street blues(Alternate 3 & 4)repeat 4XVerse 1:Sit your 5 dollar ass down Nigga `fore a chief baller make changeCookin` up yae-yo at 3 in the mornin` Choppin` up game sackin` up caineFetty was layin` all over the floorI guess you cold say that I was slippin`As the door kick inI stick in my clip and begin the dippin`Up on these so called po-poBut I know it can`t be nuthin` but some niggasRunnin` up in ski masksSo I continue to curse and blast that asses outTryin` to gaffle the scratch my gat consumesJust then my killa partner steps outta the bathroomUzi`s and Mack thangs start lettin` offNiggas catchin` slugs to the faceBaking soda some niggas brains cocaine all over the place Took a dive behind the coach Heard a nigga say "We gonn` kill you"My 2 twin gats start talkin` to me said "Fuck them niggas I feel you"So I bail up outta the cutTryin` ta take lives with no remorse Lookin` like a scene with Laurence Fishborne in "The King of New York"Now it`s 3 o`clock in the morningAnd I still don`t snooze`Cause through my life niggas be given me all these kill street bluesChorus:Verse 2:1 nigga died high Face down in uncut yaeI stuck my finger up in the hole in his body, told him have a nice dayMy homie said "the real feds is comin`"Said he was hitI pull the bloody corpse off his body, he told me get the shitRan to the kitchenHopin` over the deceasedGotta get the rocks money and powder, and evade the policePut the fetty up in my handGotta be quick, gotta be nimbleLook to my left seen 3 federalles` cars in the windowNow it`s time for me and my homieTo mob the fuck on outAs we mob up outta there 3 federalles mob in the house Can`t say nuthin` about them other niggas Them haters is out there deadCouple a slugs up in they head, with a house full of fedsAnd ain`t no time to be stickin` around I`m hearin` them ambulances and homocidesI`m ready to bail outta the scene and flee up in this "G" rideI`m thinkin` my homie heart stopped nigga dyin` on mePartner dropped down to the ground That`s when them po-po started firing on meChorus:Threw the caine down got to mobbin` offAs the po-po yelled out freeze (freeze)Lost a down ass homie and the yae-yo manBut fuck it I`ma keep the cheese (cheese)My partners eyes wide open Nigga layin` there one breath too short (short)But each time ya nigga Spice 1 hit the cornerIn a big white cloud of smoke (smoke)Federalles on my bumper babyFittin` ta show `em I ain`t no punk (punk)Use the right hand to do the drivin` thangAnd the left hand ready to dump (dump)Led `em on a high speed chase For about 30 minutes or a little bit moreGot a triple thang murder up under my belt `Bout 60 thousand ta doe (doe)Ohhh noooHeard a slg hit my back tireThen I spun aroundRunnin` into the side while tearin` all shit downBitches was screamin` niggas was cussin`Po-Po bustin` at me (punk ass nigga)Run into the liquor store Knowin` they`ll never catch meBut soon as I`m thinkin` of makin` my getaway Ain`t this a bitchSome fedy with a 12 gauge Put the barrel fight up to my shit (stay right there nigger)Pull out the money and all of a sudden I hit the floorLooked up and see the barrel of Sgt. Kickass` 4-4Chorus: 2X