18 Yall don't wanna Fuck (feat. M.O.P) (исполнитель: Styles P)
My style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these [bad word] rappers then show up at the burials I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and this M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill [bad word] Don't take it personal gotta go to jail and if [bad word] back and don't have my cash then I'm hurtin you Got a business gun, wit industry bullets when it hit you [bad word] guaranteed it be jerkin you rings is so my contact will break up your man I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man cuz I do things the Don way it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, [bad word] Jim Conway leave no evidence [bad word] a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents what, [bad word] yeah Don't you ever try to [bad word] wit M.O.P. and Styles BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! This is for the hood and niggas that's wild BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! If you 'bout to die or you blowin the trial BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! We're gangsta [bad word] niggas that been flowin awhile BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! Ayo let's do it for the hood Where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at [bad word] son, I love it son I see it every day [bad word] that, we'll find another way to play so don't mistake me for no rap artist missin old dude is from the old school he abide by the [bad word] and our pro-tools, is 38 longs The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong How could we get along and you doing this underhanded [bad word] [bad word] you [bad word] [bad word] we gotta get you gone, [chapter one] William Danze songs All disloyal guys should be shot in they back once, and left paralyzed [game over now] You gon change me how what you thought would happen when they chained me to Fame and Styles You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is L! M! O! O! X! P! [bad word] You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap but when your [bad word] get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap for real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard Huh, we done dealt more [bad word] than Genovese made dope fiends outta school principals and deans now they all [bad word] up, career finished got they [bad word] noddin in front of the Methodon clinics We thug it all day, but it aint the Henny in me It's that Brownsville [bad word] wit a splash of trinny in me All I need is a hammer, and a clip load I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code It's the M.O.P.! mashin through your ghetto rippin heavy metal, [bad word] ryde] wit Paniro Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal [bad word] of these OG's what's poppin [bad word] We can beef I don't give a [bad word] Cuz if you kill me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son It's the world's most gutterest Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun To tell the [bad word] I prefer the knife cuz he physical [bad word] I go in your chest I show you how to murder right It's deep, I'ma kill your mother and I don't care if I die Cuz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother dog, I had a hard life and I'm in love with the pain Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off leave a hole in your stomach, take a [bad word] knees off Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the glock [bad word] it dog, then I'm battin you down don't you ask me what's happenin now This aint a [bad word] (продолжение не влезло)