Текст песни Trendsz of Culture f Method Man, Treach - Trends...
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[Bad Mentalz]You look my all, but you jaw folks be forwardWe from the same zone, but you wanna cause warThen Bad Mentalz mold to make match things upon this missionSo I drink the booze, so I block out all restrictionNow I am prepared for these hazardous conditionsSo brothers will be scared, but in my past, there`s no pissin`Genoese, I`m feelin` this, I`m illin` this, foreverForever, just out as long as these niggas ain`t never pull my leverFigurin`, rush triggerin` this nigga and, conditionin` of the mental slangYou become legendary for the men you burySo I work with this, I just be merciless just like a mercy manJust comin` with a spark, perpetrated heart, damn if he do(Trends though he the rule)But let`s begin to ruffle, Trends setter huddleNo way that my neck`ll buckle in the scuffle, yo let`s shuffleLet`s hook to the dome of a cut, yo, what`s upSwagger as you stagger, I bust you like a neck flexed outAnd watch the wreck come trickle inAdrenaline, come any men, cause it`s my temple that you ticklin`Mad rows, bad blows surfin` through the shadowsThat can`t go, the test stress of your chest, your back blowsThis cover, this mother, this and another, because your back wasn`t covered[Method Man]Me, nothin` I hate more than a fake and phony ass niggaIn my square, prepare for the nation, if I slam, like my cultureOld jet style and get bit by the vultureScavenger, take anyone on the calendarIn the back, you can be the champ, I`ll be challengerFrom the underground, understand, I`m the underdogThat one and all, some hungrier than ya`llWater down bastard, style`s not long from the casket36 Chambers of death, kid, to let itNow they goin`, oh hey, except itCome here with the childish shit, you get molestedI got the anger of a slave manUsin` my change to bring pain, to the cave manDig it, it`s the, I ain`t got no love for the nigga on the triggaWith my name on a slug, now ask yourself[Chorus: Trends of Culture (Treach)]Who got my back, who got my back? (Naught got your back)Who got my back, who got my back? (Ill Town got your back)Who got my back, who got my back? (North Carolina got your back)Who got my back, who got my back? (Virginia got your back)[Treach]Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, how you like me nowBlaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, guard your lips, funk thatWho see my back, who be my back, who rockin` that?Who got my back, like that, a gatLooks like a pump, feels like a sneakerEven deeper a reaper ain`t scared of a weaker creeper eitherIt ain`t no mystery, you played your history like a hoochieNow we see where Miss Goldberg is a WhoopieWhite face, black paint, didn`t get me dancin`White men can`t jump, and I bet you ten can`t dance, sonFuck what you heard, just act like you listenAny mission caught dissin`, listen, I`m pissin` on your systemThen I`m playin` Mr. Split You, with your sisterFuck stick and move, bitch I`m slick, I stick and blisterThen I sliver through your liver, quiver, shake an earthquakeThe style shaker, that make you wet the fakerTo tell `em I`m yellin`, cause I`m strapped, I`m mad at the worldDrinkin` earl, heard shots, who got my back[Nastee]A mastermind takes dimes to createAnd if you`re not experienced, you best contend with your own weak classWord to my granny`s ass, my range is strangeEnter, box ripper, to the centerHere I am, so what, this nigga`s style is whatI throw a brick from the lip, when I`m in the cutAlways representin`, cause the men, done whiteHittin` the uptown slick nigga, shit through the nightCause I hate when other niggas list it, check this, kissed itNever had to diss it, call me swinger manI maintain my rap, get my dap and I step through the rubbleLookin` for trouble, muthafuckas here it is, grown in your bizI put your all in here, I`m sayin` flows for dayswhere the big boys be playin`Mad styles from mad files, see, Trend-menwreck shit from miles and mile and milesI dedicate my skill to the sewersI dedicate my skill to those who walk through the manureForgot a, whose in the butter, here we areCall us Trend-men, we come and make muthafuckin` masadaWho got my back in the mist of the mayhemWhen I attack `em, Brother Nast` out to slay `em[Outro: Treach (Method Man) {Nastee}]Yeah, word up, peace out the gutterWho dat? D-Ski, Lord Champ, Trends State, Riker`s IslandAll will, North County(Wow, Meth Tical, power cypher got my back