Текст (слова) песни: Brand Nubian - Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz

"cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god"

[lord jamar]

You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed

After Im done, you rather suck on pencils

Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body

As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart

Now brothers talk shit and cant back it

Thats why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket

Peel his cap once cos I know its all it takes

Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast)

Just before he die, ima look him in his eye

Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try

The muthaphuckin g-to the o-to the d

I told ya couple times that the gods must be crazy

But ya didnt listen, so now ya on a mission

To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya cant stops me

Now tell me is there anybody else

Before I put my ak back on the shelf

Cos I put in work like job corps

Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for

Their life by a knife or a gun

So when ya see me comin, nigga, run

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god"

*repeat*

[sadat x]

Somebodys dead, a whole crowd formed

The cops aint even come yet, moneys dead in the street

Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin

Six girls cryin wild cos money had a child

A good dick, couldnt even stand the .44 lick

Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket

And ol aunt faith, her baby fingerpaints

My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to alabama

I gotta cousin, says shes got some friends

She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin

She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere

And sex is but a word, it aint shit I aint heard

Tell my moms I aint leavin, my crew said to stay

My crew Im believin so fuck it anyway

I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel

And my crew from courtland ave. always say theyll set it off

And if I choose, whos somebody might die

And if they dont die, they wont be able to walk

Pump slugs in his back, hes talkin pussy talk

"cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god"

*repeat*

[lord jamar]

Well hey muthaphuckaz, its the dread with the 9

Lead to the head of you devils, now its bedtime

I said Im not the nigga to be playin out

Ill leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and youll get licked

Get hit by a dread whos fed with the nonsense

Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents

Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice

Niggas nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose

Some silly goose, we be down on the subway

He gets no love cos hes rubbin me the wrong way

Disrespectin, infect the masses

So I elect to come direct and disect some asses

My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat

Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who is fuckin at

I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple

The only way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

[sadat x]

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst

Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms

Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress

My little man satan got somethin in his jacket

Let me get to work and Ill release the swarm

My man mean a lot these days

I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well

Bring it to em x, and well take the weight

Run and get the mac from the park ave. location

Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips

Plus I want it tight and I dont play that much

So Ill have all the reefer and set up all the stock

And everybodys fuckin, yo money, she wasnt great

You just got mad, ya girl got videotape

So save the noise, niggas, cos I cant hear

"cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka"

"cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god"

*repeat x3*

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» Brand Nubian - Claimin` I`m A Criminal
» Brand Nubian - Return of the Dread
» Brand Nubian - Black Star Line
» Brand Nubian - Momma
» Brand Nubian - Allah U Akbar
» Brand Nubian - Down For The Real
» Brand Nubian - The Godz... (Must Be Crazy)
» Brand Nubian - The Godz... (Must Be Crazy)
» Brand Nubian - Dont Let It Go to Your Head
» Brand Nubian - Too Late
» Brand Nubian - Don`t Let It Go To Your Head
» Brand Nubian - Who Can Get Busy Like This Man...
» Brand Nubian - Concerto in X Minor
» Brand Nubian - Straight Off Da Head
» Brand Nubian - Whatever Happened...?
» Brand Nubian - Soldier`s Story
» Brand Nubian - Slow Down


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Brand Nubian - Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz "cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god" [lord jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After Im done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and cant back it Thats why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket Peel his cap once cos I know its all it takes Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (blast) Just before he die, ima look him in his eye Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try The muthaphuckin g-to the o-to the d I told ya couple times that the gods must be crazy But ya didnt listen, so now ya on a mission To get an autopsy, a raw c-o, ya cant stops me Now tell me is there anybody else Before I put my ak back on the shelf Cos I put in work like job corps Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for Their life by a knife or a gun So when ya see me comin, nigga, run "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god" repeat [sadat x] Somebodys dead, a whole crowd formed The cops aint even come yet, moneys dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin Six girls cryin wild cos money had a child A good dick, couldnt even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol aunt faith, her baby fingerpaints My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to alabama I gotta cousin, says shes got some friends She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere And sex is but a word, it aint shit I aint heard Tell my moms I aint leavin, my crew said to stay My crew Im believin so fuck it anyway I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel And my crew from courtland ave. always say theyll set it off And if I choose, whos somebody might die And if they dont die, they wont be able to walk Pump slugs in his back, hes talkin pussy talk "cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god" repeat [lord jamar] Well hey muthaphuckaz, its the dread with the 9 Lead to the head of you devils, now its bedtime I said Im not the nigga to be playin out Ill leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and youll get licked Get hit by a dread whos fed with the nonsense Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice Niggas nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose Some silly goose, we be down on the subway He gets no love cos hes rubbin me the wrong way Disrespectin, infect the masses So I elect to come direct and disect some asses My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who is fuckin at I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple The only way your ass is goin home is as a cripple [sadat x] And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress My little man satan got somethin in his jacket Let me get to work and Ill release the swarm My man mean a lot these days I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well Bring it to em x, and well take the weight Run and get the mac from the park ave. location Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips Plus I want it tight and I dont play that much So Ill have all the reefer and set up all the stock And everybodys fuckin, yo money, she wasnt great You just got mad, ya girl got videotape So save the noise, niggas, cos I cant hear "cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "see I had to lick em" "punk muthaphucka" "cos no matter who you are, youre still catchin bullets, god" repeat x3 Нравится песня? 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