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Tytuł: Bring Your Whole Crew

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Uhh!
  AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
  Come on, uhh, uhhh huhhh
  But they don't hear me though
  Uhh, but they don't hear me though,
  uhh, but they don't but they don't...
  
  I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse
  I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse
  I'm a nasty nigga when u pass me nigga look me in my eyes
  Tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die
  U be a dead mutha fucka red mutha fucka
  Don't be stupid you heard what I said mutha fucka
  Who shot u ohhh nigga like u don't know
  Stickin you for your doe while I'm fuckin your broke ho
  Yo don't u get the picture niggaz can't touch me
  Cuz I don't give a fuck G I'll get u touched B
  I got choice ripple my slug'll take apart a door
  And enuf crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
  So what u want nigga help me is about your best
  When I'm finished Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess
  And a vest will do nothin but make u look a little thicker
  Cuz in the dark u ain't nothin but a lil nigga
  But if you've been thinkin about that shit u did
  You wouldn't have brought the joint wit u kid
  Now I might have to get u kid and split your wig wit a machedi
  I bring beef to niggaz and string them out like spaghetti
  U ain't ready lord can u stand how I'm bringin it
  I'm givin it is how I'm livin it so I'm swingin it
  Red dot on your head cuz you's in mid range
  Red dot on your chest opens up your rib cage
  
  [Chorus]
  I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
  It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole thru [x 4]
  
  Now if your heart wuz as big as your mouth you'd be real
  But it's not so I know if u get knocked you'll squeal
  Like a bitch cuz u iz a bitch and always been a bitch
  And u know how niggaz do a bitch we run up in a bitch
  For somethin in a bitch nigga do u know nigga do u owe me
  Figure you could blow me well i'ma let this trigga feel u homey
  That niggaz got to be smokin somethin thinkin u chokin somethin
  Fuckin around wit me you'll be a broken somethin
  I'm out for blood wit the crypts at war
  How much shit could u talk wit your lips on the floor
  Pussy niggaz make me itch so I scratch you's a bitch
  So I snatch up your face fake ass bitch so I scratch u
  Yeah.. There was a time when I would have jumped up and choked this nigga
  But now I'm on some shit like.. Yo.. smoke this nigga
  I'm bout to find out how much guts u got before I spill em
  Somebody come and get this mutha fucka before I kill em
  Ahhh!.. fresh out the asylum I'm wylin
  Yall niggaz know the phone number for help u best ta dial them
  9-1-1 emergency the urgency
  We'll have witnesses seein what the surgeon see
  How far u gonna get wit your dome split fool
  Or catch your man strippin cuz he think his shape cool
  But it ain't so I paint the walls wit his blood
  Another dick in the mud
  nigga what!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Ahh you u know who this is for, they let the doggs in the door [x 2]
  
  [Chorus]