Текст (слова) песни: M-Child - My Shit Be Deep

[M-Child]

Yo, I`m gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got
something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up.
Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit.
Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn..

[M-Child] [Chorus x2]

My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel,
My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real.
I`m blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test,
I`m on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself.

[M-Child]

What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck `em, burn in hell,
`cause dissing me and my niggas ain`t gonna make your tape sell.
Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you`ll never be,
Soft as a baby`s ass, you talking `bout hurting me.
I`ve been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day,
Won`t hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay.
There`s always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick,
I ain`t gon` let that shit sweat me because I`m trying to get rich.
Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof,
Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof.
Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper,
Make my family proud, so hater, I`ll catch you later.
I got my shit tight, you don`t believe me, come and see,
You can learn a lot from a dummy that`s from O.M.P.
My poetry be so hard, you can`t take it from me,
My poetry be so real, you can`t bring it like me.

[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

My organization ain`t got no fucking time to fuck off,
Like Y2K, if you play, we gon` cut your lights off.
Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain `em up and sit still,
I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill.
Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil.
Ain`t no niggas spookin` me, check yourself if you`re real,
Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill.
Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills.
I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right,
But there`s always a nigga that`s gon` confront you with a fight.
I ain`t fucked up about it, I just never understood,
What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good?
The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake,
I`ll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn`t waste.
Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard,
Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start.

[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: M-Child - My Shit Be Deep [M-Child] Yo, I`m gonna slow it down to you non-rapping-ass niggas who always got something to say about a motherfucker trying to come up. Always putting in they motherfucking two cents and shit. Man, shut the fuck up, aiight? Damn.. [M-Child] [Chorus x2] My shit be deep, so deep that you feel, what I feel, My pen is my skill, the words I speak; that shit be real. I`m blessed with the things I possess, but niggas test, I`m on a quest, so I let my lyrics speak for itself. [M-Child] What makes a nigga wanna dis me, fuck `em, burn in hell, `cause dissing me and my niggas ain`t gonna make your tape sell. Local-lyric bringer; On my level, you`ll never be, Soft as a baby`s ass, you talking `bout hurting me. I`ve been through it all, from piss to play to have a nice day, Won`t hesitate to run you over, splat you out like some clay. There`s always gotta be something, a mad rapper on my dick, I ain`t gon` let that shit sweat me because I`m trying to get rich. Other things I must do, making my niggas raise the roof, Keep with you; mind, body, and soul, be bullet-proof. Keep a pen and some notebook paper, to make my paper, Make my family proud, so hater, I`ll catch you later. I got my shit tight, you don`t believe me, come and see, You can learn a lot from a dummy that`s from O.M.P. My poetry be so hard, you can`t take it from me, My poetry be so real, you can`t bring it like me. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] My organization ain`t got no fucking time to fuck off, Like Y2K, if you play, we gon` cut your lights off. Now wave goodbye, no freedom; chain `em up and sit still, I have your fucking mind-blown, like an ecstasy pill. Affiliated with hate, slummed off drinking Nyquil. Ain`t no niggas spookin` me, check yourself if you`re real, Bottom-line, I got in this game to sit back and chill. Time to make it subway, I wanna count some big bills. I wanna live a good life, forever happy; doing right, But there`s always a nigga that`s gon` confront you with a fight. I ain`t fucked up about it, I just never understood, What be a nigga problem, how come it be all good? The level-minded, just give me my ice cream and my cake, I`ll celebrate for every precious moment that I didn`t waste. Killing with faith; got me rushing motherfuckers off-guard, Hand on my own, regardless of the shit that you start. [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни My Shit Be Deep: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/15540.html Все тексты песен: M-Child » M-Child - I Ain`t No Bitch, I Ain`t No Hoe » M-Child - On Tha Block » M-Child - I Want » M-Child - Gon` Madd » M-Child - All Hoez Eat Boody » M-Child - Dirty Bitch (Street) » M-Child - My Shit Be Deep » M-Child - Point `Em Out, Take `Em Out » M-Child - Grab Da Gauge » M-Child - We Workin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Екатерина Манычева - (Песня к кинофильму Служили два товарища) » Евгений Муравьев - Корабельною артиллерией... » Елена Фролова - Оставь меня, не мучай понапрасну... » Евгений Бабенко - Пятиречье » Екатерина Барановская - Магдалина » Елена Анпилогова - Однажды » Евгения Козина - Кукольный домик разрушился: видимо, время... » Евгения Козина - Дышу – живая... » Евгений Клячкин - Отчего в глазах прозрачно-карих » Евгений Бабенко - Дорога » Елена Фролова - Подарил Боженька... » Евгений Медведев - Ты пригласила меня на чашку чая к себе... » Елена Фролова - Прохождение » Евгений Сельц - Мне стоило только другому сказать... » Елена Казанцева - Напиши мне письмо в десять строчек... » Елена Гурфинкель - Мы встретились на улице случайно, как и ранее... » Егор летов - Сквозь дыру в моей голове » Елена Фролова - Ангел, мой ангел, слезой изукрашенный... » Евгений Костюков - Любимая, теперь не надо слов... » Евгений Клячкин - Грустная цыганочка
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