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Utwór: I don't give a fuck

  • wykonawca: Krayzie Bone
  • wyświetleń: 729


     [Chorus] 2x
  
  You been talkin', now we caught you
  Bitch now what's up?
  Thug line nor I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
  About you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie
  'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade this
  
  [Verse 1]
  Turn off that muthafuckin' radio
  And put in a CD or a tape
  And let them thug niggas show
  We comin' to invade your space
  In your face like "Ho hey!"
  The original, criminal, blowing up on these niggas
  Give them something to listen to
  Mastermind of rap or crime
  Another clack of a nine
  Damage your spine (spine)
  Mash us and blast at your mind
  Niggas really think i'm carin'
  What they sayin' like they scarin' me
  But all they talk is noise
  I'm not a toy, so boy don't play with me
  Thug Line, Thug Line
  And yeah thats my clique (thats it)
  And if niggas wanna trip
  Then we can do this shit
  I'm not no muthafucking ho-nigga
  I came but i can go
  So nigga come on
  And let me know what you down to die for
  Stay strapped these days cause i don't know who to trust
  So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust
  Fuck these niggas
  I'm in your city, your TV and your radio
  So don't act like i'm hiding
  Nigga, y'all are just some scary-hoes
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  [Verse 2]
  Why niggas be actin' like they know me?
  Then talkin' my shit
  All on my dick
  Now nigga you know what we call them (A bitch, bitch)
  I'm running from nobody and nothing
  Motherfuck them if they coming
  We'll be waiting with the pumps
  And bucking slugs into they stomach
  A hundred mini-missles won't miss you
  I can bet you we hit you
  Split 'em, get rid of 'em
  10 of them, at the same time killin' em
  Keep my presence to a minimum
  But i'm in your vision
  Every time you see the thug line
  I'm on the front line
  I love mine
  I'm tellin' you now
  We on a mission with no mercy
  Wanna know how bad we wan't it?
  Just say we thirsty for it
  And any nigga trying to get up in my way
  Might i say, them bitches beggin' for a beatin'
  So we left 'em bleedin'
  Competition (competition), to me is an enemy
  So think before you come try to get in it with me
  So you can frown all you want to
  Get loud all you want to
  But now we see you
  What you gon' do?
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  [Verse 3]
  Now if y'all really trying to get in some action
  You heard my song
  Come nigga, get at me
  And bring your family
  'Cause we really need to practise
  "Walk it, don't talk it", I say this time after time
  Have the same nerve and courage when we see you outside,
  Online, all right
  Lets get this party started, spark it
  Thug style, showin' em love
  But we stay heartless regardless
  Hit 'em with bomb shit
  Better ring the alarm
  Its the thuggish ruggish niggas
  Bustin' the guage with one arm
  Like Vietnam, the enemies expendable, so fuck 'em
  First time we warn 'em
  Second time we storm 'em
  Nigga, you don't get no three shots
  We not playin', and I know they understand
  They tried to test the man
  But the man was really a man
  So its the plan
  Stay heated heavy and ready to die
  If not then eat a magnum full of hollow point shots
  I'm just tryin' to make my profit,
  Get up out of this shit
  But until then I gotta cock my shit (I cock my shit)
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  

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