[ShoGun Assason] These be the chronicles of an Assason, starting your squadron With the tool I'm a marksman I aim for the darts and the hearts of colored men There will be no fleeing, it's war and I ambushed it Camouflauged, digging in the bushes Before the pushes come to shove, I'mma pull it Take these, hold down these bullets Heavy heat talk loudly, the word of genocide The hit was a premeditated homicide And knowledge build God, is been original, rest in peace As he lied and cease, and the caps peal, murdering increase It's more beef, and more grief As Allah's sons flood the street
[Chorus: 4th Disciple (ShoGun Assason)] Yo, how many crews par, how many crews fall? How many crews steady waiting for the downfall? How many write hits, how many come equipped? How many out there really build on some real shit, yo (There's not enough real shit, all of it's fake There's not enough real soldiers, all of them snakes There's not enough true players, all of them hate There's too many hustlers, not enough weight)
[ShoGun Assason] Fuck killing them with kindness, I'mma dead 'em mentally As well as physically, leave 'em with a holy body There's no need for an autopsy, he die from a bullet, see? I'm nice on the A.K.T. The guns ready to pop off, blow ya top off Ya'll niggas is soft like ass/tissue White cloud, grab the mic and aim my weapon at the crowd Wisely Analyze Reality, that's warfare Bounce ya life, I don't care, and won't try to spare Yeah I'm fully aware, that the ending is near And I prepare for warfare, right here So try me if you dare, I double dog dare you
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[ShoGun Assason] There's too many hustlers, and not enough weight There's too many sleeping brothers, and not enough awake There's too many sleeping brothers, and not enough awakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
