Messing with my cru (2x) We will kill you (2x) You don't have a fucking clue (clue) What we came to do (2x) You don't have a fucking clue What we came to do (2x)
(Akinyele) Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo Man listen Ak-nel stay in condition Like shampoo There aint a man who Can handle Once I back slap you Or clap you Bullets in your skin like a tatoo Now back to Reality You aint as bad as me I get down For my clan Till they call me your magesty Nigga fat as me Still fuck with strategy My dick stuck way up where her blatter be But that don't matter see I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi Fuck tennis You dealing with a straight menace Wailing on your ass like Venice Well uh Got it sewn like a tailor Float like a sailor Truck like a trailor Scope with the (?) All the above I've done the like Austrailia Straight bailing you out One call from jail Aiming you out like Master P That's what we be a about I got ammunition For those dissing This aint R&B That;s why I'm skipping All that rip shit I land one With the hand gun You could go ask Charles And he'll tell you I'm the motherfucking man son My gun had bust many mans watch many mans Get swept off there feet like dust pans You get touched man Messing with us man
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(Akinyele) Ha I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness My foot will lay you down to rest And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint And say thanks for coming out and God bless Bow fuck that bullet proof vest I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest It's the Ak-nel You know I rock well I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells Who the hell Want to touck this veteran Murder is the medicine Fine I'll stop the peddaling Bullet in your brain Leave your head in pain On the ground you'll be laying Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran But fuck that headache You headed for a wake I through the gun in the lake So they don't see me upstate Now they don't have a clue and shit Around the way I see your name Written on the walls Like rest in peace in you and shit Your crew they aint doing shit Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11 they send punk niggas on the highway to heaven You want to see God hit you with about seven You want to see God hit you with about seven Like you shop in Pensylvania your blood straight redden Get it redden Pensylvania You want to shoot a fear one I might swing my hands like Macarena
Hook 2xTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
