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We Roll In Brooklyn - текст песни



We Roll In Brooklyn


[Buddha Monk]

We wisemen, shut down your slot time for fronting

Investigate new spots, to keep them dead pres' coming

You wanted, a life time of dark coles, dark clothes

Hitmen, marksmen, that creep when the night's full

Stake out your area, barricade your door neighbors

Lockdown 5-0, with a scope that hide low

Shut down Verizon in a thirty block radius

Love holding hostages who believe in athiests

Who baked this, a nigga that's great at this

Step your depth, wishing then, watch you laying there breathless

Do I fear death? Please, a nigga cock and squeeze

My four-four ends beef with all enemies

And that shit that I'm drinking make me care even less

About how many bodies, I done put to rest

No cold sweat, no doc checks, just me and my vest

If the clip starts, slash a nigga, across his neck

You got a deathwish, huh? You wanna bust yo', huh?

I get-get jive, rush two to your side

You wanna stop my cash, that means no, lab

Got bitches with no ass, a nigga please, kill that, nigga, I roll



[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]

We roll, in Brooklyn, it's Brooklyn

We roll, in Brooklyn, now you know, it's Brooklyn



[Buddha Monk]

I don't sleep, I take precaution in every gun pleasure

Send about four-five slugs, through your iceberg sweater

Ring the alarm, it's Jeffrey Dahm', when it's on

My bullets are Hannibal'ist, eating through you animals

And you can't hide, from this firey heat

Where the rain is from sleet, they still got eternal sleep

Look, man, this nigga here, done shit in his pants

Tears in his eye, asking for a mercy on his life

But not tonight, he knows too much, this kid's gotta die

Leave a witness, kid, and you will get life

I swore before my daddy, on this day that he died

If it's beef on the streets, I'mma roll on it, right, nigga I roll



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Buddha Monk]

Know it nigga...



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