Текст песни Styles f M.O.P. - Y`all Don`t Wanna Fuck
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[Styles]My style`s louder than a stereoFouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappersthen show up at the burialsI don`t mean to worry y`all, but I want y`all gone andthis M-16 is the only way to hurry y`allHere`s my last proposition, I`m treatin rap like crackIf I don`t sell the most, I gotta kill the competitionDon`t take it personalgotta go to jail and if I come back and don`t have my cashthen I`m hurtin youGot a business gun, wit industry bulletswhen it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin yourings is so my contact will break up your manI`m a gentleman, my contract`s a shake of a handI make it hard so, only God could wake up your mancuz I do things the Don wayit`s Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conwayleave no evidenceFuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidentswhat, motherfucker, yeah[HOOK: Styles and M.O.P.]Don`t you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and StylesBUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!This is for the hood and niggas that`s wildBUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!If you `bout to die or you blowin the trialBUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!We`re gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhileBUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!![Billy Danze]Ayo let`s do it for the hoodWhere there`s alotta homicides atWhere killers ride at, and OG`s reside atIt`s rugged son, I love it son I see it every dayFuck that, we`ll find another way to playso don`t mistake me for no rap artistmissin old dude is from the old schoolhe abide by the old rulesand our pro-tools, is 38 longsThe crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strongHow could we get alongand you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitchwe gotta get you gone, [chapter one]William Danze songsAll disloyal guys should be shot in they backonce, and left paralyzed [game over now]You gon change me howwhat you thought would happenwhen they chained me to Fame and StylesYou ask in the hood about it, all it can be isL! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker![Fame]You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it`s a wrapbut when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it`s a wrapfor real, we straight thug itRead my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron HubbardHuh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovesemade dope fiends outta school principals and deansnow they all fucked up, career finishedgot they ass noddin in front of the Methodon clinicsWe thug it all day, but it aint the Henny in meIt`s that Brownsville shit wit a splash of trinny in meAll I need is a hammer, and a clip loadI`ll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip codeIt`s the M.O.P.! mashin through your ghettorippin heavy metal, [we ruff ryde] wit PaniroListen up, y`all better respect the criminal shit of these OG`swhat`s poppin nigga[HOOK][Styles]We can beef I don`t give a fuckCuz if you kill me, I got niggas that`ll bend up your sonIt`s the world`s most gutterestPaniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gunTo tell the truth I prefer the knifecuz he physical niggaI go in your chest I show you how to murder rightIt`s deep, I`ma kill your motherand I don`t care if I dieCuz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brotherdog, I had a hard lifeand I`m in love with the painThug in the game wit heroin and hard whiteBack to the guns the way I squeeze off threes offleave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees offFace gets splattered around, too many cops for the glockfuck it dog, then I`m battin you downdon`t you ask me what`s happenin nowThis aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I`m clappin you clowns, whatYOU DON`T WANNA TOUCH THISIt`s Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim ConwayYOU DON`T WANNA TOUCH THISIt`s Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and splash of trinny in meYOU DON`T WANNA TOUCH THISBill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strongYOU DON`T WANNA TOUCH THIS