[Intro: Jay Reaper] Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody Cause your music you don't move me I'm in the mood today to just shoot away Nigga too cray Paul Mooney Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em We crusade from here to UK Like a new plague Its to late We bring it, Doomsday
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] [?] Not with the time but she a snowflake In the bathroom taking a coke break Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight Fuck a jimbo we whole weight Pushing pounds through the whole state I got bullets in your brain just rotate Leave a nigga body in a cold state Rigor mortis that's when you go against niggas orders Electric tape like Biggie thought us The type that'll kidnap niggas daughters Half my niggas is brain dead Eyes the color blood stained red (now is not the time for fear, that comes later) Like Bane said
[Hook: Jay Reaper] Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody Cause your music you don't move me I'm in the mood today to just shoot away Nigga too cray Paul Mooney Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em We crusade from here to UK Like a new plague Its to late We bring it, Doomsday
[Verse 2: Skits Vicious] Gimmie the title I'm killin my rivals And any beside them with evil intent Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it We quick to demolish your feeble event Read all about it we out here [?] Sticky and Dro fill em with holes Vicious and Reap put em to sleep Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators Stack of paper, back to Vegas Crack a bottle, smack a waiter So and so they sew you up Comatose you roasted duck Back on the scene with a banger Handle the heat with the hammer
[Verse 3: Sticky Fingas] I'm still on paper fresh outta jail No heavenly father i was raised in hell Barely had a mother she was raised in bail Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust I'm movin overseas America is so fucked Must've got drunk woke up and voted for Trump? Its the end of the world and I'm holding a pump Dick to your girl while she's rolling my blunt Drink in my hand while I'm slappin her butt If its doomsday imma go nuts Take you apart see what you're made of Playing a part, your whole life's made up Take out your heart, see what your brain does Soon its death what you afraid of?
[Outro: Jay Reaper] Ey yo move mate I'm getting moody Cause your music you don't move me I'm in the mood today to just shoot away Nigga too cray Paul Mooney Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em We crusade from here to UK Like a new plague Its to late We bring it, DoomsdayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
