Текст (слова) песни: Buddha Monk - Cuts to The Gut

[intro: buddha monk, (shorty shit stain)]

Yea, aight, yo

We just gon shut all these mothafuckas up

(for all yall gangsta mothafuckas)

Yea, that shit

[shorty shit stain of brooklyn zu]

It wasnt my fault you came outside without ya strap on

Tryin to get yo mack on and niggaz took oath of possession

Shouldve rolled deep, get crooked by niggaz I creap

And catch ya when ya least expect, the hard head

For those livin trife, it cuts like a knife

Who choose to play dice, who choose to play dice

Its that, this one is a money maker

My album took that taker, I see ya nigga money and he stashin

I caught that nigga and I had to quick react

And blast quick, nigga tried to front, he gonna laugh at

This type of style is hardcore, nigga tried to front

When he what? what? move on him, what?

But ima hit him with my utmost shit

If ya cant bring death, then ya cant represent

[chorus: buddha monk]

Deadly is the slang from the brooklyn zu

When we comin thru ya town, what ya niggaz gonna do?

[dutch masta killa]

Never carried steal, before ya got that deal

But now ya wouldnt have got it, so now ya puffin chronic

Two heads of drakness comin forth, there is many

Blind once or twice, then those heads become pennys

My swing is more deadly than a shot from yo gun

You see I swung once, but really I swung fourth

Just be by yo vision, now yo shits on the floor

Shit like that, ya cant face with plasta

Sent niggaz back cuz I am the dutch masta

Kill or pylon wack-ass styles in the mud

Minds deep in heart, this is gold wit yo gut

Its understood, oh he be someone you cant see

And that someone is me, too deep for you to believe

>from the day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse

Theres nothin that happens that couldve been worse

Let me free, atom bomb will be the final sequel

Which all men are cremated equal

[buddha monk]

Never war, come back on four tracks

Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya must be wack

Never more, actual fact

Comin thru with the killa bees attack

My sword has the power to devour in any hour

Slang cuts ya brains, now ya veins only hang

Matter of sense, so I inflict the killa hits

Dirty will assist with this mix, breaks mad shit

Theres is no crew that can test the 1-12 crew

Dont let me go suu!, killa bees comin thru

Break the war with the great and it kills with the slicin

I come with mad sins, Im the happy man again

Come into my realm and I kill like the lizard palm

Cant prevail with the tails, now ya mind dwells

Into a dimension, no facts, only fiction

Whos sent to this train has three sixes on their skin

[dutch masta killa]

Bloaw! little hare was good, was dippy

The wild-ass hippy who always packed the heater

Lived the good life, was praised around, the hood life

He ran with his man from the second floor

Livin happy, puffin on the staircase wall

Greedy had a younger brotha, they both lived with motha

Motha had no fatha, they both held each otha

And prayed for the otha, greedy saw the seat

Never knew the feat, at nite he would creap

Was still packin heat, the planned to catch a digga

Greedy caught the hiccups, one, two more, three

But nosey got away, the eighty-fiver man

Yea, he still strayed away, the clean eddie faked it

No icepick or fist, glock or tech-nine

He contemplated this, caught in the shootout

His man wanted his boot out, he was caught in a trance

He has his mask, laid out past dawn, now mommas grave missed

[outro: dutch masta killa, (odb)]

Comin at cha from every type of angle

Ya know killa bees represent the bronx

Queens, manhatten, all over this world

The east coast, straight and down

Straight out of clarks

And all over everywhere

Medina warriors

(I love to hear the bees!)

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But ima hit him with my utmost shit If ya cant bring death, then ya cant represent [chorus: buddha monk] Deadly is the slang from the brooklyn zu When we comin thru ya town, what ya niggaz gonna do? [dutch masta killa] Never carried steal, before ya got that deal But now ya wouldnt have got it, so now ya puffin chronic Two heads of drakness comin forth, there is many Blind once or twice, then those heads become pennys My swing is more deadly than a shot from yo gun You see I swung once, but really I swung fourth Just be by yo vision, now yo shits on the floor Shit like that, ya cant face with plasta Sent niggaz back cuz I am the dutch masta Kill or pylon wack-ass styles in the mud Minds deep in heart, this is gold wit yo gut Its understood, oh he be someone you cant see And that someone is me, too deep for you to believe >from the day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse Theres nothin that happens that couldve been worse Let me free, atom bomb will be the final sequel Which all men are cremated equal [buddha monk] Never war, come back on four tracks Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya must be wack Never more, actual fact Comin thru with the killa bees attack My sword has the power to devour in any hour Slang cuts ya brains, now ya veins only hang Matter of sense, so I inflict the killa hits Dirty will assist with this mix, breaks mad shit Theres is no crew that can test the 1-12 crew Dont let me go suu!, killa bees comin thru Break the war with the great and it kills with the slicin I come with mad sins, Im the happy man again Come into my realm and I kill like the lizard palm Cant prevail with the tails, now ya mind dwells Into a dimension, no facts, only fiction Whos sent to this train has three sixes on their skin [dutch masta killa] Bloaw! little hare was good, was dippy The wild-ass hippy who always packed the heater Lived the good life, was praised around, the hood life He ran with his man from the second floor Livin happy, puffin on the staircase wall Greedy had a younger brotha, they both lived with motha Motha had no fatha, they both held each otha And prayed for the otha, greedy saw the seat Never knew the feat, at nite he would creap Was still packin heat, the planned to catch a digga Greedy caught the hiccups, one, two more, three But nosey got away, the eighty-fiver man Yea, he still strayed away, the clean eddie faked it No icepick or fist, glock or tech-nine He contemplated this, caught in the shootout His man wanted his boot out, he was caught in a trance He has his mask, laid out past dawn, now mommas grave missed [outro: dutch masta killa, (odb)] Comin at cha from every type of angle Ya know killa bees represent the bronx Queens, manhatten, all over this world The east coast, straight and down Straight out of clarks And all over everywhere Medina warriors (I love to hear the bees!) 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