Текст (слова) песни: Black Moon - Murder Mc`s

Verse 1
Buckshot:
I woke up in the night
grabbed my forehead
wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed
Deep inside thought
thinking of a way to strapped
and walk the streets without getting clapped
Just because I`m tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz
I`m doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant
Who said I didn`t have knowledge of self
So come and feel the wrath
So listen
First of all let me explain
That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain
The god is heavy
I blow you up like dynamite
Into my dome I let the L ignite
Fight, I take you on flight here
The war starts here.
BCC:
See we murder MC`s every day,
motherfuckers dont play,
straight from the Bucktown side of the block
Keep your shit hot
Like we said, That`s when all the madness stops
Verse 2
Buckshot:
To all the Godz who know who`s the coloured man
the colored man is the obvious, you understand?
I kill him, and drill `im in my bootcamp
Who can`t survive in the creek?
You can`t
Champion, bootcampian click
stick and move
I bust your shit
Move and stick
It`s the original crook
Stomping through your army, what!
Gortex to your head
Keep your eyes shut
But, I`ll take you in consideration
My occupation is to bust your federation
with my ammunition
Flipping precision, being precise
He`s right, I`m nice
You can check my status and my apparatus
See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah
Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger
Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb,
Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm
Head, natty dread, boy big him up
Roll thick like syrup
cause chaos and terror
Chorus
I had a vision
It appeared to me in the form of a devil
but the rebel wasn`t there to see
for me this is the year to be
the son of the seven, representing the sea
the heatseeker
the cypher maker
quick to take a
sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you
Double guage
I`m pointing the rage at your culu
....
We blew the motherfucker
Now we outta here.
Chorus
Buckshot: MURDAH! MURDAH! MURDAH

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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: Black Moon - Murder Mc`s Verse 1 Buckshot: I woke up in the night grabbed my forehead wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed Deep inside thought thinking of a way to strapped and walk the streets without getting clapped Just because I`m tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz I`m doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant Who said I didn`t have knowledge of self So come and feel the wrath So listen First of all let me explain That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain The god is heavy I blow you up like dynamite Into my dome I let the L ignite Fight, I take you on flight here The war starts here. BCC: See we murder MC`s every day, motherfuckers dont play, straight from the Bucktown side of the block Keep your shit hot Like we said, That`s when all the madness stops Verse 2 Buckshot: To all the Godz who know who`s the coloured man the colored man is the obvious, you understand? I kill him, and drill `im in my bootcamp Who can`t survive in the creek? You can`t Champion, bootcampian click stick and move I bust your shit Move and stick It`s the original crook Stomping through your army, what! Gortex to your head Keep your eyes shut But, I`ll take you in consideration My occupation is to bust your federation with my ammunition Flipping precision, being precise He`s right, I`m nice You can check my status and my apparatus See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb, Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm Head, natty dread, boy big him up Roll thick like syrup cause chaos and terror Chorus I had a vision It appeared to me in the form of a devil but the rebel wasn`t there to see for me this is the year to be the son of the seven, representing the sea the heatseeker the cypher maker quick to take a sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you Double guage I`m pointing the rage at your culu .... We blew the motherfucker Now we outta here. Chorus Buckshot: MURDAH! MURDAH! MURDAH Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Murder Mc`s: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/21627.html Все тексты песен: Black Moon » Black Moon - Confusion » Black Moon - Onslaught » Black Moon - Son Get Wrec » Black Moon - Two Turntables And A Mic » Black Moon - Murder Mc`s » Black Moon - Stoned Iz the Way » Black Moon - Duress » Black Moon - How We Do It » Black Moon - Pressure Iz Tight » Black Moon - Black Smif » Black Moon - Powaful Impak! » Black Moon - War Zone » Black Moon - The Fever » Black Moon - Ack Like U Want It » Black Moon - Shit Iz Real » Black Moon - Worldwind (Remix) » Black Moon - I Got Cha Opin » Black Moon - Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz Remix) » Black Moon - I Got Cha Opin (Remix) » Black Moon - Murder MC`s Рекомендуем скачать: » Дмитрий Воронков - Памяти Есенина » Дельфин - Один на один » ДДТ, Юрий Шевчук - У памятника (Пушкину) » Денис Рыжов - Литва. (Подражание Ю. Визбору) » Дима Билан - На берегу неба » Диана - Не жалей » Давид Тухманов - Это Москва » Днепров Анатолий - Колечко » Д.Маликов - На полночных бульварах » Денис Рыжов - Горит сентябрьское кладбище... » Дмитрий Вагин - Почему-то в кучевых облаках... » Доктор Ватсон - Последняя электричка » Денис Голубицкий - Зачерпни воды речной... » Дмитрий Бабченко - Типа гимн Берега Грина » Дмитрий Шульпов - Вот и осень наступила... » Дмитрий Белухин - На родине Грига » Дмитрий Маликов - Птицелов » Другие правила - Ночная » Дмитрий Воронков - Монолог Иисуса » Дмитрий Нартов - Иногда, вечерами серыми...
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