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Lintballz - текст песни



Lintballz


(feat. Brooklyn Zoo, Popa Chief, Sunz of Man)



[Intro: Zoo Keeper (Popa Chief) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}]

[Popa Chief singing "Do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die" throughout intro]

(What's your move bitch nigga?)

Suttin' ain't goin' down like that

I ain't lettin' niggas know they ain't know

(How you gonna get what you ain't got?

You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it

(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' around

{Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!}



[Chorus x2: Popa Chief]

Do or die, ball or fly

Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high

But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up

It's time to turn the heat up

And catch these papes like cooked up

What?



[12 O'Clock]

Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up

Never get your weight off and do a push up

You smokin' all my purple kush up

Don't make me push and rook up

Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup

Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore a suit

Had sex in a group with a couple of bitches dance for loot

See I'ma tell them niggas about spendin' all they loot

Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup

I got my own version of roots

Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots

The new news is Brooklyn Zoo

Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too



[Prodical]

Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit

So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak

Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique

Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak

And all we do is make classics, CCF, the Unit

Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet

95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here

See our face this year, appear

on your TV screen, we stay green

Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean?

New team, fresh and clean clean on your scene

Now sing along, sing along, y'all know the theme-heme



[Popa Chief (singing)]

Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh)

Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh)



[Hell Razah]

Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is sellin'

Labels don't play a nigga when they nuttin' but felons

Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens

GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers

Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new leathers

Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip

Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips

Watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with

Why dream to be rich when I'm already rich?

Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed

Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist

Brooklyn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga



[Chorus x2]



[Ol' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)]

I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get flashed

Whatever you do, I stop your ass

My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss

I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss

A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash ya stealth

(See let a nigga come through with that bullshit)

Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin'

I never was familiar with bein' pussy

I loved that shit 'til it's bloody



[Buddha Monk]

Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy

And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door)

This Fam right here, is the Fam right here

And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get clapped right there

For this CREAM nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters

If he be call out, and rob your son and daughter

Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby

Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G

Split the pie three ways, live off it for three days

And when it's done, who's the next victim today

I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life

I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right

Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devil didn't make me

Linballz in my pocket that made me stick them G'z

Checkmate, pray to the Lord, your soul He take

Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Brooklyn Zoo {Popa Chief}]

Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker)

That's right, that's right, OK (alright)

Yeah so {now you be knowin'}

{Annihilate}

{Get some papes like Bill Gates}



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