paroles de chanson From the D - FG

(I'm from the D)
(I'm from the D!)
I'm from the D
And you know it from my attittude shit
Come at me bitch, I'm from the D
City of crimes, I will keep spittin' outta
The book of rhymes like no tomorrow
I keep screamin' I'm from the D
These are stories from the D
But keep an eye open for the field killer
As you can see, I'm not here for the skrilla
I'm here to be the illest spitter
The street is a death giver
Your God is deaf to your scream of help
He's not a fuck giver
That's the truth
Spit out your goddamn liver
And if you want to fuck with us, your life says see ya
Because we are in Dorno not in Sweetland
You get knockout and stay on the ground (Underground!)
Done with these bars let's go around the town
From the woods' drug dealer zone
To the fuckin' classy snobby one
It's all messy and downhill
But-uh c'mon, you gotta tikcus my big dick as a fucking vacuum cleaner
Fuck too hot, everyone wants to be something they aren't
So you not a one single percent of what a gangsta can be
Because i keep murderin' no question it
You scum, don't come here to fucking push me
Because we could have a problem
We are enemies, I don't squash shit
You dumb, I don't stop beefin' 'till one of us got in the tomb
And you are the bum popped, Silent Bob I see you
I'm from the D (Motherfuckers)
And you know it from my attittude shit
Come at me bitch, I'm from the D
City of crimes, I will keep spittin' outta
The book of rhymes like no tomorrow
I keep screamin' I'm from the D
Remember this childhood place like my pockets
My rap is a wild brute race before you gotta tie your shoe lace
Lyrical rockets and bullets as obsticles
Bitch you are a rhyme proof case
'Cause you never closed one bar in your entire life
But I'm not losing nails, vocals are shockers for the beat
Let it die, shoot, fuck this pace!
You hoes if you look up and see this fucking face going towards yours
You know FG's back to take what he deserved for all this time
Motherfucker I crack your head and today I'm going further
With fo-fo's stacked aimed on you bitch
Said you're my victim and I'm going to m-m-murder you
I lost, shred and fucking burnt toastes and rhymes
But still findin' new shit so you want oast smoke
And get throat stuck (*cough*)
Why do I look the rudest person alive?
I just want to see you dead pussy
Like it can happen in this city around the corner
But breakin' news I don't give a fuck
I rather die inhaling fumes and then screamin'
I'm from the D
And you know it from my attittude shit
Come at me bitch, I'm from the D
City of crimes, I will keep spittin' outta
The book of rhymes like no tomorrow
I keep screamin' I'm from the D (Yeah-yeah-ye-yeah)
Screamin' at the top of my lungs
I'm from the D fucking sluts
You see me comin' to your buns
Like motherfucking ghost hunts
Uh-look I shoot the shot in the hops
And you know who's gonna rule the kingdom cunts
Put your arm up and move it like throwin' darts
Follow me, rap with me holla you can't defeat me
So sit and just fucking hate me with your wack shit
Take your falling pit while I scream
D-D-D-D-town boys killin' enemies in the morning
'Cause we break fast, lyrics comin' at your ass
So you better suck dicks and lick balls
You bitch, we ain't gangstas just true thugs
Keep skrrt alone through your booth slugs
We screamin' at the top of our lungs (What?)
I'm from the D
And you know it from my attittude shit
Come at me bitch, I'm from the D
City of crimes, I will keep spittin' outta
The book of rhymes like no tomorrow
I keep screamin' I'm from the D
I'm from the D
And you know it from my attittude shit
Come at me bitch, I'm from the D
City of crimes, I will keep spittin' outta
The book of rhymes like no tomorrow
I keep screamin' I'm from the D