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Темы Автор От. Пр. Последний Тексты песен на английском, аккорды, табулатуры, гитара, Texts of songs, the song text, chords, notes Главная Список Тексты песен на английском, аккорды, табулатуры, гитара, Texts of songs, the song text, chords, notes » T » The Terrorists Bodies Still Drop - текст песни Bodies Still Drop Featuring Aftamath, Point Blank [Aftamath] Back in '87 started slanging in the hood Sworn to the clique, now I'm in it for good Me and Dope, brothas hustling all the time Steve getting his, big rob, I'm getting mine Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome 3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes I'm coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son Managed to 27 and my life is still the same Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends Spent 3 months in a place like Sing-Sing Now I'm hitting top, jacking fake cops That's the reason why, you know, them devils still drop La Cosa Nostra, a mafioso I'm riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low Devils run too, we get popped Dodies still drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground Brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... Cause, you see, bodies in the ground Brothas still slaves... Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... [Point Blank] Yeah, fool, I'm back again committing a sin with the pen Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that's on the fen Bought none in 9-trizey So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say Dissing my hood could be tragic So keep South Park out your mouth, I ain't having it Yeah, I'm from middle north and in north they don't play You get your ass knocked off For wearing your hat the wrong way Point Blank is in the house so give me my props Before I start blowing tops with Glocks Punks take my name and put a '10' in front of it They bittidy bittidy bit diss me But I ain't supposed to say that But on the real, take notes what I'm saying, gee On the streets you can't take my props away from me So when you not on a radio from 6 to 10 I put some working on your ass and that's on the fen Cause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieer Like Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next year So when it all hit the fan you go waxed off Step in to my hood and get packed off Bodies still drop... Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... Die Texte der Lieder. Тексты песен - На сайте свыше 500 текстов песен. Дополнительно по данной категории 22.04.2009 - Blow Dem Hoes Up - текст песни 22.04.2009 - Bomb Threat - текст песни 22.04.2009 - Dead Bodies - текст песни 22.04.2009 - Dead Weight - текст песни 22.04.2009 - Fuck The Media - текст песни Нет комментариев. Почему бы Вам не оставить свой? Вы не можете отправить комментарий анонимно, пожалуйста войдите или зарегистрируйтесь.

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