Tekst piosenki
[4th Disciple] Yo, yo Can't get no love No love, no love Gotta see us Blood For Blood out here No love, no love The war's on, no love Ya heard? Can't get this shit no more Extra, extra, read the news, young clowns is Hell-bound From the universal sound, surround, comin down in yo' town Musical compounds, brothas can't wait 'til the sounds is laid down To express the mentals, be adjectives and nouns Be bless for the know-how, to master and manifest ya own style As we penetrate the scene, and run yo' projects on ya iced guillotine You wanna know what the scheme is? Check out how we blend it Load up the A-tone, then append it, 1 gigabyte is recommended To extinguish the thought of you ever makin more wack sequences Alas, that weak shit is finished, a total diminish All wack MC's, producer wannabes and bitches sellin pussy on CD's The future prophecy is to bring back originality Within ya musical chemistry, wack ass niggas [Born Justice] Yo, fuck y'all bitch niggas All y'all fake bitch-ass niggas that roam in the streets Fight the heat, I be ya seat Cuz blood drops hit the concrete when niggas meet And words be the bullets on some heat-seekin hit Cuz nowadays when blood drips It's carved by the birds that fuck the same dick All the niggas that could fuck the same bitch Coked out and shit, sodium, fuck the whole click Run through ya town, shit sound make ya sick Modern world, while foreigners deserve what you get The ward'll penalize, that's injustice Whores wanna serve, do the knowledge, sit and observe Venomous the darts by the clicks be the words [ShoGun Assason] You bitch-ass niggas, dare contest Come against the Gods and try to manifest You bitch-ass niggas Dare to contest, come against the Gods and claim rest What? What? Yo, check it Yo, yo, yo, yo, you can't hold ya own shit down So, how the fuck you gon' take my crown, clown? You ain't really ready to rumble with the Gods Fuck around and get scarred With ya hands high, prepare to fight for ya life We could box or throw rocks, save ya tough talk I'm a southpaw and my style is unorthodox I leave you coward niggas tremblin Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my Timbalands You fuckin pansies, got more sugar in ya blood than candies With ya sober suit-suits and ya cute matchin groups Dancin around like prostitutes, fatality I be ya nigga from the South, bitch What? Fuck-U [Outro: All] Fuck-U, U and U Cuz y'all niggas ain't shit Fuck-U, U and U Cuz y'all niggas ain't shit Fuck-U, U and U Get off my dick And ya whole fuckin crew What? Fuck-U, nigga! Yo, you ain't shit and ya whole fuckin click And ya mothafuckin bitches Fuck all y'all! Fuck-U and U and U Fuck-U, U, U and U Fuck-U too, and ya whole fuckin crew Fuck-U too Cuz we shittin on U Shittin on niggas We be the best MC's What? *echoes*
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