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Yo, all I do is drop lethal
Y'all know my people
Verbally, it's a massacre
I'm sharper than the shanks up in Attica
Choke a lame emcee till he suffocate, lifeless
For stepping to the shit that's priceless
I cut the life force, now I'm on the right course
I stifle those that pop shit but carry rifles, trifling
Yet them wise every murder's organized
It's premeditated so brothers recognize
No escaping the hell-a-cause, pay your toll, come across
And watch me test my verna on a horse
Homicidal, I use the vital when I step to suck a title
It all boils down to my recital
No time to waste, feel the bass, I got your head in a suitcase
Smiling while I'm looking at your dead face
The cause of death still remains a mystery, it's a pity
They caught me 'cause the source had to flicker me
Now the autopsy scene, no external, no bloodstains
Sharp objects to pierce the brain
I got enough dope for your veins and restrain
Handcuffs and chains, nothing but pain
Nigga, you better recognize
You better rec-o-gnize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga, Carlos, the basshead is lurking, lurking
Asking for change, nigga constantly irking
Miss Elizabeth calling out the window to her husband Joe
Nigga died a year ago
And every day's the Fourth of July with the sparks in the sky
Aiming at the gods as we get high
What's your pleasure?
Sipping on the brews as the crew smoke the blunts
The whole blunt, nothing but the blunt
But the old heads in the project hit the heroin
Dozing off in front of liquor stores, do I peel on
Don't know how to act
Sister Eve go to church but she still smoke the cracks
Praising the Lord, doing bad
Spanish kids across the bridge popping on them S-tabs
Go to the bar, drop the yayo
Sniffing with the nose all red looking fayo
And the legends round the way, yo, we still smoke dust
Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice
I guess the lesson wasn't delivered when Chip
And Eli took that long walk in the river
Fuck a nine-to-five, we got the nine, two-
Fives, three-eights and the full fours
Make a nigga hesitate
That's if you don't know the date
Nigga, you better recognize
You better rec-o-gnize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga
In actuality, violence is my reality
Some tend to talk it, but to them, it's just a fallacy
True lies you're kicking stories on the street that was true
Listen, twist it up and say it was you
But me, I'm representing while my peeps puff herb
Superb, dropping bombs like a Bosnian Serb, my word
It gets no deeper, I've met the Grim Reaper while
Laying on my chest, wishing I had worn a vest
Now don't ask why, just recognize my demise
Running from four-five sparked in drive-bys
Long hot days of July, the blood dries, and
The kid that didn't run is the kid that dies
Divided States of America filled with lies
Shorties running and gunning in front of guards' eyes
It ain't no surprise that the brain just
Fries due to excess abuse of the get highs
And I'm that same nigga drinking Mai Tais
And we can't kick our habits no matter how many tries
Living amongst the new world order spies
Guys that don't give a fuck, they just chastise
But I rise, see my mind's too wise
Catching bodies but to the bodies I have no ties
Hitting home runs while you hit pop flies
Don't mind the size, nigga, just recognize
Nigga, you better recognize
You better rec-o-gnize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga, nigga, you better recognize
You better rec-o-gnize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga, you better recognize
Nigga




Cru - Da Dirty 30
Альбом Da Dirty 30
дата релиза
01-01-1997




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