Whos da Killer - текст песни
Who's da Killer
Featuring Big Ed E A Ski King George
[C Murder] Who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga The one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger The cops wanna ask me wanna harrass me About this dead body in the grass G If you think Im gonna talk then your wrong Cause in the ghetto snitches dont live long So Ima mind my own and keep stiffing And dont ask me about no motherfuckin murder weapon My kids still ringin from the gun black Because it all happened so fast I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven Another black victim of 187 His mom might be crying but she aint shocked Her son lived and died by the fucking rock And thats how the story goes Everybody in the ghetto getting sweated by the po po's But ill never help your ass in this game nigga... Who's Da Killer?
[Master P] Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat-Rat-tat-tat- quick to put slugs in your cap And walk through your hood with my mug on Call me master p or call me Al Capone A nigga with no heart I was born in the ghetto, homeless in a shopping cart Pushed up the street by a dope fiend Took to a crack house and taught to use a triple beam And ever since then Ive been crazy Step to a nigga like me your pushing daisies Cause Im quick this in that ass to the county And while your dead wipe your blood up with bounty From the corner to the hearse and that assed up Put bullets in your ass like a garbage truck Eliminating fools like a sewer rat And floss my 380 married to a mack And that ill be a Mack 10 So when i run up on a set punk you know ima do you in
[Big Ed] Late night in the cutti time to have some fun Got a page on my beeper it was number 1 Reached for the mobile phone got it down to Tuner called my lady "Yo, whats going out?" She asked me were the fuck are you at, and yo nigga Do you have your motherfucking gat? Yeah im strapped, and i ran around the block Then she told me my my older brother got shot I got to the house and I opened up the door And there was my brother lyin dead on the floor And it has me tripped, my ace got popped Cause they caught his ass slippng Creep through the hood with my hand on my gat I gotta get those fools who put my brother on his back Seen some niggaz up the block, released the saftey Oh when I leave someone is going to hate me Boot it up take every fucking nigga Out for revenge trying to find out whos da killer
[King George] All the way to the county thats were they had me They sent player one trying to bag me They keep stressing had a bad bad attitude He got the word from the order i was a bad dude
Die Texte der Lieder. Тексты песен - На сайте свыше 500 текстов песен.
|