Текст песни In The Field (feat. Uncle Murda) - Merkules feat. Uncle Murda
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
When
we
rob
you
for
your
ice,
won't
think
twice
and
take
your
life
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
Middle
finger
to
the
hops
when
we
hittin'
up
your
spot
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
We
get
it
poppin'
in
the
street,
all
that
talkin'
shit
is
cheap
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
Fuck
that
rap
shit,
this
is
real,
ya'll
ain't
actually
in
the
field,
no
Fuck
rap,
I
know
how
it
feel
to
kill
a
man
These
n-
don't
be
in
the
field,
they
be
on
Instagram
These
streets'
is
a
full
time
job,
we
don't
take
nights
off
We
be
pullin'
heat
out
on
n-,
takin'
they
ice
off
Stay
shootin'
at
me,
but
they'll
never
clap
me
All
my
ops
is
pussy,
where
the
diamonds
from
dead
daddy?
Don't
let
shots,
head
shots,
we
merkin'
you
Mike'll
smack
your
mother
for
birthin'
you
It
was
cheap
to
get
him
killed,
it
cost
a
Louis
belt
That
strap
he
had
on
his
waist
ain't
do
him
no
help
Who
gon'
raise
your
kids
with
that
being
said?
You
ain't
no
deadbeat,
you
just
dead
Dead
'cause
you
was
beefin'
with
the
wrong
one
Your
girl
pregnant?
You
ain't
get
to
meet
your
newborn
son
Now
he
gon'
grow
up
in
the
trap
That
lil
n-
might
be
pumpin'
my
packs
Might
make
him
go
shoot
something
for
Merkules
He
feelin'
himself
now,
he
think
he
Hercules
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
When
we
rob
you
for
your
ice,
won't
think
twice
and
take
your
life
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
Middle
finger
to
the
hops
when
we
hittin'
up
your
spot
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
We
get
it
poppin'
in
the
street,
all
that
talkin'
shit
is
cheap
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
Fuck
that
rap
shit,
this
is
real,
ya'll
ain't
actually
in
the
field,
no
Just
got
a
call
from
Uncle
Murda,
we
gon'
f-
turn
up
And
we
ain't
talkin'
pocket
rockets
when
we
tuck
the
burner
You
hit
with
enough
shells
to
fill
a
bowl
of
macaroni
I'm
married
to
his
music
screaming
"Holy
matrimony!"
There
ain't
no
one
swaggin'
on
me,
I'm
the
flyest
of
the
century
They
p-
they
won't
look
into
the
eyes
of
all
they
enemies
On
a
bench
with
a
stick
on
me,
like
I
just
got
a
penalty
They
know
I
got
the
sauce,
that's
why
they
tryin'
to
get
the
recipe
These
uppercuts
can
f-
you
up,
they
might
affect
your
memory
Murda
got
a
brand
new
burner,
she
named
Penelope
They
won't
tell
it
to
my
face,
they
know
my
resume
is
straight
Never
ran,
never
ratted,
this
is
Planet
of
the
Apes
Too
smooth
with
it,
I
ain't
even
had
to
catch
a
case
Graduated
from
the
game
with
straight
A's
in
first
place
So
much
ice
around
my
wrist,
you
think
it's
forty
below
I'm
good
in
Brooklyn
like
I'm
homies
with
hope,
you
already
know
Yo,
someone
grab
another
bottle,
it's
a
celebration
right
now
Woo!
Let's
go!
One,
two
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
When
we
rob
you
for
your
ice,
won't
think
twice
and
take
your
life
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
Middle
finger
to
the
hops
when
we
hittin'
up
your
spot
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
We
get
it
poppin'
in
the
street,
all
that
talkin'
shit
is
cheap
You'll
see
blood
across
the
pavement
F-
that
rap
shit,
this
is
real,
ya'll
ain't
actually
in
the
field,
no
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