paroles de chanson Charge It To Tha Game! - Tacet

("You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son.")

("Like this... BIATCH!")

Swerving thru
Speedin tha g35
You opened the box, the hive has arrived
I cannot decide in the way you will die
Depends on my head, the hell I provide
It's the G.O.D.S ZILLA
Tha muthafuckin thrilla
Bout My fucking skrilla
The 187 killa YUH
The beat is for ya ass bitch!
I'ma tough muthafucka bust ya head and break ya fast bitch
Protect ya man
If he talk about me
Protect ya neck if u talk about T
Don't want no fans if they all up on me
All I want some bands cuz i'm counting out green

Go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Now Go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Now go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Yeah Ima charge it to the game
Charge it to the game
Charge it to tha game
Charge it, Charge it

Fuck with the hive
And these bullets will fly
I am the necromancer of decline
Escape from the void
This the veil that I hide
My face is your sin
Now i'm picking ya eyes
"Ask me if i give a fuck about a diss, bitch"
"Ask me if i give a fuck about yo clique, bitch"
Fuck a "Lil This" Bitch
Fuck "young That" Hoe
You watching my moves
Ima give you a lesson
You talking that shit
But you pay me attention?
Now Shut the fuck up Jabroni
Bang my line and pretend you know me
Ftp until I rest
This G.O.D.S strap ya vest

Go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Now Go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Now go get 'em muthafucka go get 'em!
Wassup?
Yeah Ima charge it to the game
Charge it to the game
Charge it to tha game
Charge it, Charge it