Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Marcelo f Popeye - Redrum

(*talking*)
The brick level (you know how we do it)
Be quiet nigga (naw I`m saying)
(real niggas, linked up) Callio`, Nolia
(the brick level, ha feel that) murder

[Hook - 4x]
Murder us now, don`t save us for later
If we come back, it`s with them gats
And we gon search the equator, whodi

[Mr. Marcelo]
As danger approaches, fake niggas scatter like roaches
But I roll with them Tuff Guys, so we coming like vaulters
Packing them torches, connects from Cali to Moss
I get your ass knocked off, and it won`t even cost me
All for the love, my thugs be busting them slugs
Ghetto nigga brick level, leave your face in the mud
Chunking what`s up, we real niggas straight from the `jects
Put some niggas on a jet, and have em wet up your set
Show em my tech, man I heard you had a vest on
All shot that hit your block, went through your teflon
If you`re there you catch one, so guard your hat
If not and I miss, nigga I`ll be back
Believe that, cause can`t nothing stop us dog
This the Nolia and the Yo, and we above the law
When them two projects hook up, we like terrorists
So when you fuck with brick, you in some serious shit nigga

[Hook - 4x]

[Popeye]
I got the right to get my route, surround the violent projects
So give me my `spect, holding position for you be twisted getting dissect
From my tech, or will tell me they got a hard head
Open leave you in broad dead, listen to what the Lord said
Thou shalt not kill, but only hear us niggas live on fire
And take what`s yours of course, we never give on
Whoop on a fiend, maybe was short and trying to run game
But what the fuck, cause nigga they money is how the fun came
You son lame, to kidnap my hoe and trail her to you
Testing a nigga nuts, trying to see what cell I go through
But yo fuck that hoe the shit could be soft, by me and you
Big man calling the shots, I bet you be fleeing too
If you came through the cut though by seconds, to let you ride fast
Here go on through this eye class, lay down with your tied ass
A ripped up system, I only missed him but twice
Murder done took him over, left him shaken like dice nigga

[Hook - 4x]

(*talking*)
See, it`s just like shots keep blasting
When my bullets come, them bitches keep mashing
Who is you asking, I`m the motherfucking main attraction
And I`m bout that action, my money is stacking
Fake ass niggas is talking, but lacking
Nigga you got the trigga finger itching
But I`ma have your fucking mama wishing, that you never crossed me

[Hook]

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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: Mr. Marcelo f Popeye - Redrum (talking) The brick level (you know how we do it) Be quiet nigga (naw I`m saying) (real niggas, linked up) Callio`, Nolia (the brick level, ha feel that) murder [Hook - 4x] Murder us now, don`t save us for later If we come back, it`s with them gats And we gon search the equator, whodi [Mr. Marcelo] As danger approaches, fake niggas scatter like roaches But I roll with them Tuff Guys, so we coming like vaulters Packing them torches, connects from Cali to Moss I get your ass knocked off, and it won`t even cost me All for the love, my thugs be busting them slugs Ghetto nigga brick level, leave your face in the mud Chunking what`s up, we real niggas straight from the `jects Put some niggas on a jet, and have em wet up your set Show em my tech, man I heard you had a vest on All shot that hit your block, went through your teflon If you`re there you catch one, so guard your hat If not and I miss, nigga I`ll be back Believe that, cause can`t nothing stop us dog This the Nolia and the Yo, and we above the law When them two projects hook up, we like terrorists So when you fuck with brick, you in some serious shit nigga [Hook - 4x] [Popeye] I got the right to get my route, surround the violent projects So give me my `spect, holding position for you be twisted getting dissect From my tech, or will tell me they got a hard head Open leave you in broad dead, listen to what the Lord said Thou shalt not kill, but only hear us niggas live on fire And take what`s yours of course, we never give on Whoop on a fiend, maybe was short and trying to run game But what the fuck, cause nigga they money is how the fun came You son lame, to kidnap my hoe and trail her to you Testing a nigga nuts, trying to see what cell I go through But yo fuck that hoe the shit could be soft, by me and you Big man calling the shots, I bet you be fleeing too If you came through the cut though by seconds, to let you ride fast Here go on through this eye class, lay down with your tied ass A ripped up system, I only missed him but twice Murder done took him over, left him shaken like dice nigga [Hook - 4x] (talking) See, it`s just like shots keep blasting When my bullets come, them bitches keep mashing Who is you asking, I`m the motherfucking main attraction And I`m bout that action, my money is stacking Fake ass niggas is talking, but lacking Nigga you got the trigga finger itching But I`ma have your fucking mama wishing, that you never crossed me [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Redrum: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/15758.html Все тексты песен: Mr. Marcelo f Popeye » Mr. Marcelo f Popeye - Redrum Рекомендуем скачать: » Татьяна Афраймович - Окно-1 » Таня Буланова - Просто ветер (совместно с Олегом Попковы » Турбомода - Улицы центральные » Татьяна Буланова - Мало не много » Трофим (Трофимов Сергей) - Петушки » Тексты песен и аккорды - All of Lyrics / Поисковая система текстов песен All of Lyrics » Татьяна Косарева - Аленький цветочек » Татьяна Афраймович - Недоуменное » Табу - Он уже мертв » Тимур Шаов - Ночной свистун » Таня Буланова - Ничего хорошего » Татьяна Буланова - Механическое сердце » Татьяна Афраймович - Осколки-4 » Татьяна Замураева - Я задала себе вопрос... » Татьяна Дрыгина - Доктор » Таня Буланова - Инопланетянин » Тутси - Соль и сахар » Токарев Вилли - В ШУМНОМ БАЛАГАНЕ » Татьяна Дрыгина - Бредут, бредут нецарственной походкой... » Тимур Шаов - О кризисе древнегреческой государственно
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