you keep frontin' Don't want no people wantin' to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on I ain't know
come on We don't need nothing more When you don't know where you're going Is it real or right on? It's not where you come from, right on It's not where
Dont want no people wantin to play my game And if you really want the problems nigga say my name Bring it on, come on
译文: 恐怖队. 把它.
there some murder beef He's unheard of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets Chorus: Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well done Do them dolo hit, we never
luncheon I'll be plannin' your assassination, bing Then hit you like The Dutchman I compress sound sets with my rap DBX Then drop vocals on my 456 Ampex Bring terror
hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla And bitch I thought you knew You got a beam on
my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by. All: [Boogy Nikke on
assassin, 44 Mag blastin' Black ski mask throwin' shots out a Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On
bustin' on us Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt It's the Art Of War putting niggas on the floor When I'm comin' through the door Bringin' nothin
elderly barely breathing? Gotta survive on SSI They say America, it's the land of the free And home of the brave it's mass hysteria So bring your knees
motherf**king hand on your strap nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your strap on
The wig spliter, I cock this 44 revolver, the problem solver Step and get wet, like saliva Like pearl harbor, I bomb muthafuckas Got a whole army, so bring it on
the morgue He mourned 'cause now he got to deal with the fact That his child is gone and tears can't bring him back Turn on the t.v. and seen the unabomber
we drink a lot of water Talk about you, "So rich" Nigga you, "So bitch" That your parents probably think they got a daughter Yeah, we them boys that bring all the terror
finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The Barea Soul terror, been told since stories of old Come on let's go
