Текст (слова) песни: Capone and Noyd - Violator

[Capone & Noyd]
Light up! Light up! That`s right! Bring it! Whatever you want!
Bring it! QB!(Guns, knives, whatever you want)
Whatever ya`ll niggas want, man, whatever!
Bring money, lye, whatever you want!
You expect to come correct nigga!
Bring it, thugs, gangstas, whatever you want!
QB, Capone and Noyd, what?

[Noyd]
Niggas don`t want beef, they don`t wanna see me
They don`t wanna be with their wiz and kids
And get fronted with heat
They don`t wanna die, niggas wanna live
I know niggas wanna smoke blunts, puff puff and give
Believe niggas don`t want it with the kid
Niggas rather drown down Bicardi and party and shit
You know my hoods though be bout this shit
My dunns are a hundred sick, thugs who thump, thugs who pump
You weak, we deep, niggas from Queens
And we eat niggas with Jim, and get em for bling (bling!)
You know my dun smoke more than fiends
My broads fit more coke in they ass and jeans
Which is great cause we dealin with a couple of apes
Til` we pull out these eights and get your safe
No masks, let these niggaz see our face
Pawn yourself, boy, cause we robbin the place, what?

[Chorus: Capone and Noyd]
[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink
Jail, nigga, bust that ass down with shanks
[N]We can thump, chump, we aim to kill
Thug nigga put it down, the game is real
[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink
Jail nigga, bust that ass down with shanks
[N]Nigga we can thump, chump, we aim to kill
Thug nigga put it down, the game is real

[Capone]
Yo, yo, hey yo, niggas never learn
Til` they shot and get a jail term
Both havin bullets is hot
The average ran by the room
And the city is ridin`, cops knockin`
The streets is watchin`, without shades
I don`t stop, I just keep clockin`
Haters played on my bad judgment
Like dude`s numbers (you want it?)
Then floss for a few summers
Newcomers walk in my steps, often I rep
Bang guns, still got corporate respect
They think they fuckin` up the projects,
Installing cameras, niggas`ll shoot them shits out
And get `em more bananas, you know the ghetto life
Jail, blood, sweat, and tatted tears
Block wars, every young bitch having kids
I`m the lost boy of Queensbridge, drama never told
Been a piranha in the streets since seven years old
Two and a half years cold, now scorchin`
Like a bullet bucked from a four fifth
Grunt nigga, fallin`

[Chorus]

[Noyd (Capone)]

Yo, yo, now we the niggas cockin` the hammers, rockin bandanas
My whole clique gangsta boy (Straight bananas!)
(Compulsive gamblers bet the X-5)
(It`s money on the line, I form better, the all bets on the side)
To death niggas ride, with the guns you can get it live
(Slain in the public, the game we above it)
And we don`t discuss nothin, we leave the guns buckin`
You get knocked down with four pounds, keep frontin`
We rep Queensbridge and you heard of us all
There`s Noyd and Capone and we murder you all
(Leave you in the morgue, toe tag, and polaroid picture)
(If my shit jam, and don`t bust, then Noyd`ll hit you)
And I won`t stop `til I get a man, pop a nigga
Or pull out the box cutter and `ox the nigga
(Who can stop this killa? Capone, the block guerilla)
(I snap shots, still got the picture)

[Chorus]

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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: Capone and Noyd - Violator [Capone & Noyd] Light up! Light up! That`s right! Bring it! Whatever you want! Bring it! QB!(Guns, knives, whatever you want) Whatever ya`ll niggas want, man, whatever! Bring money, lye, whatever you want! You expect to come correct nigga! Bring it, thugs, gangstas, whatever you want! QB, Capone and Noyd, what? [Noyd] Niggas don`t want beef, they don`t wanna see me They don`t wanna be with their wiz and kids And get fronted with heat They don`t wanna die, niggas wanna live I know niggas wanna smoke blunts, puff puff and give Believe niggas don`t want it with the kid Niggas rather drown down Bicardi and party and shit You know my hoods though be bout this shit My dunns are a hundred sick, thugs who thump, thugs who pump You weak, we deep, niggas from Queens And we eat niggas with Jim, and get em for bling (bling!) You know my dun smoke more than fiends My broads fit more coke in they ass and jeans Which is great cause we dealin with a couple of apes Til` we pull out these eights and get your safe No masks, let these niggaz see our face Pawn yourself, boy, cause we robbin the place, what? [Chorus: Capone and Noyd] [C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink Jail, nigga, bust that ass down with shanks [N]We can thump, chump, we aim to kill Thug nigga put it down, the game is real [C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink Jail nigga, bust that ass down with shanks [N]Nigga we can thump, chump, we aim to kill Thug nigga put it down, the game is real [Capone] Yo, yo, hey yo, niggas never learn Til` they shot and get a jail term Both havin bullets is hot The average ran by the room And the city is ridin`, cops knockin` The streets is watchin`, without shades I don`t stop, I just keep clockin` Haters played on my bad judgment Like dude`s numbers (you want it?) Then floss for a few summers Newcomers walk in my steps, often I rep Bang guns, still got corporate respect They think they fuckin` up the projects, Installing cameras, niggas`ll shoot them shits out And get `em more bananas, you know the ghetto life Jail, blood, sweat, and tatted tears Block wars, every young bitch having kids I`m the lost boy of Queensbridge, drama never told Been a piranha in the streets since seven years old Two and a half years cold, now scorchin` Like a bullet bucked from a four fifth Grunt nigga, fallin` [Chorus] [Noyd (Capone)] Yo, yo, now we the niggas cockin` the hammers, rockin bandanas My whole clique gangsta boy (Straight bananas!) (Compulsive gamblers bet the X-5) (It`s money on the line, I form better, the all bets on the side) To death niggas ride, with the guns you can get it live (Slain in the public, the game we above it) And we don`t discuss nothin, we leave the guns buckin` You get knocked down with four pounds, keep frontin` We rep Queensbridge and you heard of us all There`s Noyd and Capone and we murder you all (Leave you in the morgue, toe tag, and polaroid picture) (If my shit jam, and don`t bust, then Noyd`ll hit you) And I won`t stop `til I get a man, pop a nigga Or pull out the box cutter and `ox the nigga (Who can stop this killa? Capone, the block guerilla) (I snap shots, still got the picture) [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Violator: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/17474.html Все тексты песен: Capone and Noyd » Capone and Noyd - Options » Capone and Noyd - Options » Capone and Noyd - Violator » Capone and Noyd - Violator Рекомендуем скачать: » Руслан Масюков (Фабрика звезд-5) - Ариведерчи, малышка » Раиса Нурмухаметова - А знаете, Вы непристойно красивы... » Р“РѕСЂРѕРґ 312 - Р‘РµСЂРµРіРё РЎРµР±СЏ » Радиокафе - Гости » Роберт Александров - Уже неделю ты живешь со мной... » РњР°РєSРёРј - РћС‚РїСѓСЃРєР°СЋ » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Пять лет я сплю в нетопленой постели... » РќР°РґРµР¶РґР° РљР°РґС‹С?РµРІР° - Р–РёРІРµС‚ РњРѕСЏ РћС‚СЂР°РґР° » Руслан Шмаков - Пришли мне телеграмму... » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Эта судьба, невозможная лжица... » Руки Вверх - Двигай телом » Раиса Нурмухаметова - Прижилась на ладони синица... » Рок-острова - Осень на Севере (Анна Воробей+Рок-Остров » Руслан Руф - Ещё одна песня о творчестве » Разные люди, Чернецкий - Аты-баты » Ранетки - Мальчишки кадеты » Рада и Терновник - Вы видели кошку, смотрящую дождь? » Ришат Гилязов - Алма-Ата (Алма-атинскому фестивалю 1987 года) » Руслан Бажин - Гераклит » Роберт Александров - Сыну посвящается
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