Текст песни Michael Jackson - DedDreamer , DefNOTBio
                                                Whew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rxot 
                                                killed 
                                                this 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                yeah, 
                                                yeah
 
                                    
                                
                                                Listen
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                fake 
                                                stories 
                                                they 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                up, 
                                                tell 
                                                me: 
                                                who 
                                                gonna 
                                                pay 
                                                bail?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                smell 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                kush 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                disturb, 
                                                homie, 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                raise 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                fake 
                                                stories 
                                                they 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                up, 
                                                tell 
                                                me: 
                                                who 
                                                gonna 
                                                pay 
                                                bail?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                smell 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                kush 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                disturb, 
                                                homie, 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                raise 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                that 
                                                bitch 
                                                is 
                                                bad, 
                                                but 
                                                she 
                                                ain't 
                                                Mike 
                                                Jack
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                switched 
                                                up, 
                                                pussy, 
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                like 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                bite, 
                                                homie, 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                bite 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                talkin' 
                                                teeth, 
                                                    I 
                                                mean 
                                                your 
                                                style, 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                bite 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                I'm 
                                                bein' 
                                                real, 
                                                homie, 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                like 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                nah, 
                                                never 
                                                do 
                                                    I 
                                                wanna 
                                                live 
                                                    a 
                                                life 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                fakes, 
                                                yeah, 
                                                that 
                                                verse? 
                                                He 
                                                ain't 
                                                write 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                these 
                                                broads 
                                                sayin', 
                                                "Diizii, 
                                                yeah, 
                                                your 
                                                pipe 
                                                fat"
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                living 
                                                hell, 
                                                but 
                                                I'll 
                                                send 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                comin' 
                                                in 
                                                first, 
                                                you 
                                                just 
                                                comin' 
                                                in 
                                                second
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                you 
                                                take 
                                                    a 
                                                bullet 
                                                for 
                                                your 
                                                homies? 
                                                That's 
                                                the 
                                                question
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                legend, 
                                                bitches' 
                                                hearts? 
                                                Ha, 
                                                broke 
                                                'bout 
                                                seven
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nah, 
                                                I'm 
                                                playin', 
                                                wishin' 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                bitch, 
                                                11:11
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                words 
                                                break 
                                                through, 
                                                my 
                                                words 
                                                are 
                                                my 
                                                weapons
 
                                    
                                
                                                Half 
                                                of 
                                                us 
                                                here 
                                                are 
                                                dead 
                                                or 
                                                in 
                                                depression
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                one 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                depressed, 
                                                that's 
                                                my 
                                                confession, 
                                                Diizii
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                fake 
                                                stories 
                                                they 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                up, 
                                                tell 
                                                me: 
                                                who 
                                                gonna 
                                                pay 
                                                bail?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                smell 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                kush 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                disturb, 
                                                homie, 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                raise 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                fake 
                                                stories 
                                                they 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                up, 
                                                tell 
                                                me: 
                                                who 
                                                gonna 
                                                pay 
                                                bail?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                smell 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                kush 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                disturb, 
                                                homie, 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                raise 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch, 
                                                I'm 
                                                dangerous 
                                                like 
                                                Michael 
                                                Jackson, 
                                                I'll 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                drip
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                kill 
                                                yo' 
                                                ass, 
                                                    I 
                                                call 
                                                that 
                                                dying 
                                                fashion, 
                                                thinking 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                kill 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                I'm 
                                                friendly? 
                                                Bitch, 
                                                call 
                                                me 
                                                the 
                                                nice 
                                                assassin
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                that 
                                                steel, 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                my 
                                                heat, 
                                                it's 
                                                nickname 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                iron 
                                                dragon
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thirty 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                clip, 
                                                and 
                                                one 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                top, 
                                                bitch
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                get 
                                                the 
                                                entire 
                                                fraction, 
                                                so 
                                                walk 
                                                on 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                bridges
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you'll 
                                                be 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                hammers, 
                                                no 
                                                Brian 
                                                Jackson
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                bitch 
                                                is 
                                                ready 
                                                to 
                                                sing 
                                                like 
                                                it 
                                                got 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                choir 
                                                practice
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                actin' 
                                                like 
                                                Lucifer 
                                                'til 
                                                    I 
                                                give 
                                                you 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stop 
                                                actin' 
                                                like 
                                                you 
                                                went 
                                                through 
                                                hell, 
                                                felt 
                                                some 
                                                pain 
                                                you 
                                                never 
                                                felt
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                came 
                                                around, 
                                                    I 
                                                had 
                                                to 
                                                waste 
                                                'em 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                leather 
                                                belt
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                talk 
                                                about 
                                                drugs, 
                                                but 
                                                you've 
                                                never 
                                                dealt
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                I'm 
                                                steppin' 
                                                on 
                                                necks, 
                                                like 
                                                I'm 
                                                waitin' 
                                                in 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                actin' 
                                                tough, 
                                                but 
                                                they 
                                                shakin' 
                                                inside, 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                break 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                law
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                they 
                                                payin' 
                                                    a 
                                                fine, 
                                                talkin' 
                                                dirt 
                                                gon' 
                                                get 
                                                you 
                                                buried 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                After 
                                                we 
                                                beat 
                                                you, 
                                                until 
                                                you 
                                                barely 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                ain't 
                                                listen 
                                                to 
                                                fake 
                                                stories 
                                                they 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Locked 
                                                up, 
                                                tell 
                                                me: 
                                                who 
                                                gonna 
                                                pay 
                                                bail?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                smell 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                kush 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                disturb, 
                                                homie, 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                raise 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
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