Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung f Swartzaniggaz - Loaded

(Lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin` in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances
Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then I`m hittin` fences
Now I`ma talk about the same dirty situation
Shit you hatin`, that`s why your casket is waitin`
Shine your ass up like a triple gold Dayton
When I`m in your town you better cut like Walter Payton
Studio man keep tapin`, I got that bitch, she peratratin`
Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin`
With a note that`s saying: `sincerely, Swartzaniggaz`
Put your hands in your pocket, give it up
I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man
Bandstandin` with the hand cannon
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill
And that Rolex in your hand, understand?
Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise

(Swartzaniggaz):
I can feel my nature rise
Starin` at the marks that I despise
Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides
You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me
Got some off, but none of them hit me
Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask
On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon
Hangin` up over the door of the Chev and causin` slaughter
Sid`s Malt Liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that water
Saw the situation heavy rollin`
Shotgun and a Chevy that`s stolen
Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly
We can go there, I know there`s a place for busta niggas like ya`ll
But I heard it`s pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall
Too late for that 911 call, this murder`s already in progress
Home invasions like Asian got me obsessed like a Vietnam vet
As I kick through the front door, blastin`
And Lynch kicked down the back
Operation: Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded
Cuz it ain`t no tellin` when we comin`
Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin` with the engine still
runnin`
Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways
Spray the whole place and skirt
As quick as we can, we does our dirt
Whoever gets hurt, that`s business
So please don`t take this personal
It`s just that murder`s in my nature
So four years now, that`s what I`ve been searchin` for
Cuz doin` dirt grows old when it`s the same old thing
That`s why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme
Make everybody scream, open up some spleens
Still hearin` the blood spillin`
It`s just a little dream that I be havin`
Man, I love killin`

(Brotha Lynch):
I got a hard dick for killin`
Southside villain
Protect your wife and your children
Feel my nature rise

(Swartzaniggaz):
Not quite knowin` about this nigga?
Check your metro sections
Then cross reference murders by streets and dates
And how many times niggas` hoes` got raped
Mr. No Prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape
Fuckin` with a half deck, havin` niggas on hush
Smokin` a bowl that I re-dust
Open up your chest when I bust
So suit up, cuz it`s kill a nigga night
Ain`t no tellin` when Triple 6 gets to shootin` up
Movin` up your death date, with a Tre-8 special
It`s way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers
Split your ass open like pinata
Loadin` up like a Rotweiler
Lining up like Tyson snortin` cocaine powder
Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ
One wiff of that shit and I`m on cloud nine
Nigga, don`t trip if you ain`t got no nuts
Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined
Untouchable when I`m fuckin` full of that nitrate wine
That`s when I bust on nineteen times and up
Cuz I`m nuts, goin` out my mind
Few, there`s no luck, you fucked for life, for sho`
Get your ass up on the floor
Tryin` to catch me at that lateral, slippin`
By my lonesome, but I`m on some, so who wants some?
Fresh out the gates, ain`t no room to make mistakes
Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate
Tuck my dick inside in the O-8
Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45
No body, no case
Taste the meat, can`t wait to eat
Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face

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Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise (Swartzaniggaz): I can feel my nature rise Starin` at the marks that I despise Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me Got some off, but none of them hit me Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon Hangin` up over the door of the Chev and causin` slaughter Sid`s Malt Liquor be that motive when I be loaded off that water Saw the situation heavy rollin` Shotgun and a Chevy that`s stolen Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly We can go there, I know there`s a place for busta niggas like ya`ll But I heard it`s pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall Too late for that 911 call, this murder`s already in progress Home invasions like Asian got me obsessed like a Vietnam vet As I kick through the front door, blastin` And Lynch kicked down the back Operation: Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded Cuz it ain`t no tellin` when we comin` Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin` with the engine still runnin` Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways Spray the whole place and skirt As quick as we can, we does our dirt Whoever gets hurt, that`s business So please don`t take this personal It`s just that murder`s in my nature So four years now, that`s what I`ve been searchin` for Cuz doin` dirt grows old when it`s the same old thing That`s why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme Make everybody scream, open up some spleens Still hearin` the blood spillin` It`s just a little dream that I be havin` Man, I love killin` (Brotha Lynch): I got a hard dick for killin` Southside villain Protect your wife and your children Feel my nature rise (Swartzaniggaz): Not quite knowin` about this nigga? Check your metro sections Then cross reference murders by streets and dates And how many times niggas` hoes` got raped Mr. No Prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape Fuckin` with a half deck, havin` niggas on hush Smokin` a bowl that I re-dust Open up your chest when I bust So suit up, cuz it`s kill a nigga night Ain`t no tellin` when Triple 6 gets to shootin` up Movin` up your death date, with a Tre-8 special It`s way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers Split your ass open like pinata Loadin` up like a Rotweiler Lining up like Tyson snortin` cocaine powder Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ One wiff of that shit and I`m on cloud nine Nigga, don`t trip if you ain`t got no nuts Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined Untouchable when I`m fuckin` full of that nitrate wine That`s when I bust on nineteen times and up Cuz I`m nuts, goin` out my mind Few, there`s no luck, you fucked for life, for sho` Get your ass up on the floor Tryin` to catch me at that lateral, slippin` By my lonesome, but I`m on some, so who wants some? Fresh out the gates, ain`t no room to make mistakes Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe hate Tuck my dick inside in the O-8 Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45 No body, no case Taste the meat, can`t wait to eat Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face Нравится песня? 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