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Tytuł: Rumors and war

  • Wykonawca: Mo Thugs
  • Wy¶wietleń: 261

  
   feat. Flesh-N-Bone, Gates, Sin, Tombstone
  
  [Intro:]
  Two blocks from the war niggas die for that infantry
  If I lay me down to sleep, I die for that S-C-T
  Mo' murda's jumpin' on that Clairside for the late night
  Rumors and war just cannot fuck with them soldiers, boy
  
  [Verse 1: Tombstone]
  Boy tried to ride, yeah he died
  The trigger just slipped up under my fingertips
  Now, another nigga dead
  Cause that lead speak for itself
  And murder be said, the nigga had me in red
  But I be damned if the murder (...?...)
  These warriors and rebels, we never failed to slug yet
  Don't get get until we get the snitches that's hatin' the playas
  Never knew Tombstone worked to slay ya
  Trick ass niggas, we comin' to lay ya
  Don't think po-po can save ya
  The Yard's ready to grave ya
  Snap, cripple, then I popped his ass, to whom it's concerned
  The lesson to be learned
  You'll get burned to a crisp
  They cleanin' your urn
  And you're about to achieve
  But I'm sick and tired of you niggas talkin' shit
  I'm sick and tired of you niggas startin' shit, rumors and war
  Just cannot fuck when them soldiers, boy
  
  [Verse 2: Gates]
  Put 'em all in the dirt when my glock pop slugs
  I'm slippin' up out this chamber
  When my glock cocked, danger
  This hustla, just givin' on up to the gangsta shifter
  Clair soldier, gonna stalk ya, pulls the lever
  Do a homicide, a murder,
  That's the way Mo Thugs gonna serve ya
  Ya takin' a buck and closin' that trunk
  I'm sendin' that body to Hades
  I'm slangin' mo slugs 'round Mo Thugs, bitch
  These niggas, them crazy, insane, see
  Is this nigga when I handle that chrome
  We stayin' home to escape the murderous game
  We pray them soldiers live another day
  
  [Hook 1]
  Hello, hello, infantry
  You niggas can't fuck with the S-C-T's
  This click too muthafuckin' strong
  My niggas be thuggin' all year long
  
  [Verse 3: Sin]
  Straight for destruction, pray they comin' for eternal torture
  Mental forces cold deformin' and then distortin'
  Set a nigga up for a slaughter
  Wicked illusions keep confusin', dilutin' my (rage...?)
  Try to duck and dodge, don't never want to be a casualty
  So, stop, take a breath
  Brought a gauge
  Cause a nigga be damned if I go back in that cage
  Pump 'em off with a slug, I'm a thug
  Got to buck 'em, coppers off in that grave
  And it's much too late, I can't be saved
  I tried to pray, so death is the only way
  Deep in hell is where I stay
  I suffer tortures, all them wars and stompin' soldiers
  Infantry movin' in, then we come to destroy ya
  Lure ya into a trap and snap that back
  So ya better be equipped and pack that gat
  Don't slack
  Them skulls they crack and work in the dirt
  Now my [party] laid back
  
  [Hook 2]
  We are Mo Thugs
  Mighty, mighty warriors
  Gauges loaded
  Ghetto bound soldiers
  
  [Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone]
  (Credit hustlas, them bouncin' the top)
  I'm chillin' off on my block, feelin' nasty
  Droppin' down to them SCT's
  Pullin' triggers on bitches stay down on Double-glock
  Me kill ya
  Murder plots for the money, servin' em bloody mo redrum
  Wet 'em in a battle, had a little nigga gun gun blast
  Buckshot blows you too with a forty-four magnum
  And it was laughin' at you
  Mad for the dash for safety
  Bet you this spray on this one in his head and gone
  Runnin' through this Mo Thug town, dumpin' bullets
  [check the time]
  What the fuck? they wanna test Flesh Bone
  And I make 'em all bow down.
  (?) givin' up (?) praise to the Wastleland
  You see its so shitty when the people keep deep in the creep up
  And make it, man
  And if you claim you untame us, stay down for your shit
  Let your nuts hang
  Better believe a gang of Mo Thug-ass niggas
  They true to this shit, let us reign home
  My chrome, decapitate a playa hater, pap, pap
  Peelin' is life, and I'm rollin
  Always remember soldier boys
  We packin' two blocks from the war
  Cockin' 'em back, poppin' em, bitch, you be foldin
  We told you