paroles de chanson What Makes You Think - Tragedy Khadafi feat. Killah Shah & Angel Dust

What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz
What makes you think huh, what makes you think huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures

My entourage. . .thirty guerillas at large
Dudes with nothing to lose that'll tear you apart
In to the beef as soon as it starts, mastered the art
I wore scars. . .be deep in dark
We turn cities into jungles and turn the clubs to the outback
Pressing my team yo I doubt that
I hear niggaz with the mouth, where your heart at
Rocking cold jewels dog you part that
So where you start at my nigga is where you spark that
And where it goes down par is where it's dark at
Hit everything that the red beam mark at
Send hot lead to your ice grill target
The realest in the mist put clips in guns and spit
Road call who the fuck you with
Triple O flagging in thirty below
Heat the room as soon as we blow squeezing the calico

[ Killa Sha Chanting)
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (QB)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think (Bed-Stuy) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (L.E.S)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures (Park Hill)
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Baisley)
What makes you think huh, what makes you think(Wagner) huh
What makes you think you could fuck with my niggaz (Brownsville)
What makes you think you could fuck with their figures

Ayo witness, death picture it in graffic description
Twin mags what a fantastic invention
I had a lot of haters and half of them missing
I warned all them niggaz but half of them listened
I said I had guns that'll make you bend
Deflate you in, scrape you and shake you thin
You know how the love of the money can make you sin
Make you win make new angels take you in
I was in the same jail where they raped you in
Ran in your spot, where they duct taped you in
Put the gat to your ribs the mack to your kids
Spit at the same bars and went back to the crib
You know how I do, kidnap and hide you
Subtract the blood count throw you from a high roof
Yo it's Two-Five nigga we too live nigga
We won't stop bringing it