Текст песни The Terrorists f Aftamath, Point Blank - Full Scale Attack
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Bodies Still Drop[Aftamath]Back in `87 started slanging in the hoodSworn to the clique, now I`m in it for goodMe and Dope, brothas hustling all the timeSteve getting his, big rob, I`m getting mineFools outta line, heard a blast from a steelTriggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comesI`m coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, sonManaged to 27 and my life is still the sameFather to an offspring, dodging them coke friendsSpent 3 months in a place like Sing-SingNow I`m hitting top, jacking fake copsThat`s the reason why, you know, them devils still dropLa Cosa Nostra, a mafiosoI`m riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a lowDevils run too, we get poppedDodies still drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Cause, you see, bodies in the groundbrothas still slaves...Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...Cause, you see, bodies in the groundbrothas still slaves...Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...[Point Blank]Yeah, fool, I`m back again committing a sin with the penFull of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that`s on the fenBought none in 9-trizeySo say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you sayDissing my hood could be tragicSo keep South Park out your mouth, I ain`t having itYeah, I`m from middle north and in north they don`t playYou get your ass knocked offfor wearing your hat the wrong wayPoint Blank is in the house so give me my propsBefore I start blowing tops with GlocksPunks take my name and put a `10` in front of itThey bittidy bittidy bit diss mebut I ain`t supposed to say thatBut on the real, take notes what I`m saying, geeOn the streets you can`t take my props away from meSo when you not on a radio from 6 to 10I put some working on your ass and that`s on the fenCause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieerLike Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next yearSo when it all hit the fan you go waxed offStep in to my hood and get packed offBodies still drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Cause, you see, bodies in the groundbrothas still slaves...Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...Cause, you see, bodies in the groundbrothas still slaves...Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...[Dope-E]The South Park streets, that`s where the Dope-E be dwellingSo I let my nuts hang, peep the story that I`m tellingThe rap game is just like the dope gameI show no pain and the darkside I blameFlames heat up from my heater, mainOooh ueee, I`m trying to show you that I`m a real mainSo don`t test me cause I already know the answersSuckers couldn`t rap, maybe they can be my dancersAnything goes and it goes where I`m fromI never feel sorry for you fools coming to get someGet some, meaning yours is not mine cause mine is mineI`m packing a 9 and I ain`t blindAnd you try to understand these street rhymes battlesSlipping into quick dissStep into the war zone, it`s on, there ain`t no neutral zoneStand your own and cover your dome, prone...But not to bad dreams, evil like steam and it seems...You wanna try the double teamGet in your car, think again, take a long rideAvoid the homicide, don`t come to Park side...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...Cause, you see, bodies in the groundbrothas still slaves...Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...Cause, you see, bodies in the groundbrothas still slaves...