Текст (слова) песни: Onyx - Gun Clap Music

Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand
No safety, you know it and our guns don`t jam
Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin
When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin

[Chorus 2X]
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it

[Fredro Starr]
Yo, who shot ya? It`s too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New York State
It`s on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when it`s time to shoot
Niggaz on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins engine
Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to test those
I burn, baby, burn like sniffin asbestos
Bust low, reload and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain`t safe

[Chorus]

[Sonsee]
A`yo I`m still not a hater but the heat`ll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, it`s your option to die
Poppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ`s, ki`s and trees, now we payin DA`s
Gettin paid from three ways
Who wanna die? It won`t cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
Money I`m sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn`t measure my fifth with six rulers
Hold up killer, I`m all about gettin loot
And when I cock back duke I`m givin glock tattoo

[Chorus]

[Sticky Fingaz]
Some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do
I say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot
I give a holla to my niggaz in warfare
Sticky don`t care, if don`t nobody else care
And um, I`m always quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot
In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don`t forget your benz`ll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, don`t believe `em
You ain`t no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause nigga you know me
Don`t make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz don`t blast back
They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket
And since we all came from the hood
Got our name from the hood and our game from the hood
I think it`s time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
Be real to our hood
And if we don`t we`ll have a race of babies
That`ll take 380`s to school and get crazy
And to my sons tryna make ones
Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes
And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But keep ya guns up

[Chorus]

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» Onyx - Face Down
» Onyx - 2 Wrongs
» Onyx - Here n Now
» Onyx - Da Nex Niguz
» Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets)
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» Onyx - 2 Wrongs
» Onyx - Nigga Bridges
» Onyx - Onyx is Here
» Onyx - Atak of Da Bal-Hedz
» Onyx - Stik n Muve
» Onyx - Feel Me
» Onyx - Shiftee
» Onyx - Walk in New York
» Onyx - Take That
» Onyx - Broke Willies
» Onyx - Here `N` Now


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: Onyx - Gun Clap Music Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand No safety, you know it and our guns don`t jam Keep one in the hand and no need for cockin When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin [Chorus 2X] Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music Load it up, cock it back and blast to it [Fredro Starr] Yo, who shot ya? It`s too late to try to operate Hard escape through New York State It`s on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape Bust guns to this, raisin the crime rate Niggaz better blast when it`s time to shoot Niggaz on the roof tryna blast at you See me in the six coupe, twins engine Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden New guns, old guns, need to test those I burn, baby, burn like sniffin asbestos Bust low, reload and stay low I twist more caps than the 40 oco Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face The way they play it in the club, it ain`t safe [Chorus] [Sonsee] A`yo I`m still not a hater but the heat`ll spray ya Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef With the boxpound heat, it`s your option to die Poppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal Drug raps through the PJ`s, ki`s and trees, now we payin DA`s Gettin paid from three ways Who wanna die? It won`t cost you a dollar Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla Money I`m sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers And spit, you couldn`t measure my fifth with six rulers Hold up killer, I`m all about gettin loot And when I cock back duke I`m givin glock tattoo [Chorus] [Sticky Fingaz] Some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do I say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot I give a holla to my niggaz in warfare Sticky don`t care, if don`t nobody else care And um, I`m always quick to reach for the glock So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot In these streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up Forgive but don`t forget your benz`ll get wet up Niggaz come around frontin, don`t believe `em You ain`t no killer you be layin there bleedin Cause nigga you know me Don`t make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b And bitch niggaz don`t blast back They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket And since we all came from the hood Got our name from the hood and our game from the hood I think it`s time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood Be real to our hood And if we don`t we`ll have a race of babies That`ll take 380`s to school and get crazy And to my sons tryna make ones Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz But keep ya guns up [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Gun Clap Music: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/7847.html Все тексты песен: Onyx » Onyx - The Worst » Onyx - Shut `Em Down » Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets) » Onyx - Face Down » Onyx - 2 Wrongs » Onyx - Here n Now » Onyx - Da Nex Niguz » Onyx - All We Got Iz Us (Evil Streets) » Onyx - Nigga Bridges » Onyx - 2 Wrongs » Onyx - Nigga Bridges » Onyx - Onyx is Here » Onyx - Atak of Da Bal-Hedz » Onyx - Stik n Muve » Onyx - Feel Me » Onyx - Shiftee » Onyx - Walk in New York » Onyx - Take That » Onyx - Broke Willies » Onyx - Here `N` Now Рекомендуем скачать: » Игорь Лукьянов, Светлана Волкова - Пусть... » Игорь Михалёв - Это нужно на помойку. (пародия на В.Егорова) » И.Дубцова - Перекрёстки » И.К.С.-Миссия - Девочка-струна » Игорь Андриенко - Паровозик » Ирина Анциферова - Друзьям » Игорь Тальков - Времени нет » Игорь Андриенко - Солнце » И.Билык - 15 шагов » Игорь Андриенко - Некто внутри » Игорь Михалёв - Не хочу » Иванушки Int. - Где ты » Игорь Рощин - Головы (посвящение О. Митяеву) » Ирина Аллегрова - Сама » Ирина Аллегрова - Храм любви » Игорь Белый - Жемчужная Раковина » Игорь Белый - На добрый вечер » Ирина Карпинос - Огня неистребимый знак... » Иванушки International - Тополинный пух » Ирина Левинзон - Летнее варенье
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