Текст (слова) песни: P.R. Terrorist - Wannabeez

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]
Shake `em down, Mathematics
Terrorist, yeah

[Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist]
All you players, killers, dogs, wannabee thugs
In your body comin` soon is a wannabee slug
In this rap shit is real so I gotta really be bug
To show y`all fake motherfuckers love

[P.R. Terrorist]
You happy just to breathe oxygen
Ox and men, ox is friend
And the rest of them niggaz that`s in the pen I`m standin` in
What`s a thug? Fuckin` thug, y`all niggaz ain`t really bug
When this shit hit the fan, y`all hope`ll be thug
Out in the desert, rap wizard, stylistic
Check the statistics on my LP`s
You see me on the streets, mark of the beast
.44 slugs rip through your fleece, they hold grease
Next tape, trapped on the Shao`, there`s no escape
No bridge, no boat, just a place for your throat
Surrounded by water, transmit the blood of manslaughter
This gold-diggin` bitch on my dick, I can`t abort her
Plus it`s cheaper, and the skins is deeper on her daughter
Splashin` `em both, got it taped on camcorder
What it like, I be eatin` too much beats and rice
Rollin` dice, never thinkin` twice, shit is trife
Terrorizin`, never surprisin` the mic device
{*gunshots*}
Maricon!

[Chorus x3]

[P.R Terrorist]
Real niggaz give it up, fake niggaz they get it tooken
I`m on a long trip on my way to Central Bookin`
2 Heaterz that was found in my Jeep, Eastside of Crooklyn
When I hit the house, everybody`s lookin`
At the Latino, who that? Dom PaChino
Killarmy rap style that`s so raunchy
Test me, remember that Allah done blessed me
Even the Jakes tried fuckin` me up when they arrest me
Can`t take my mind from me although you got my 9`s from me
And know my seed that be growin` in my wiz tummy
O.T., makin` CREAM, dress bummy
Feds like niggaz who floss and flash money
But I`m low-key, bless you with a flow that`s holy
Ain`t dependin` on a record label to blow me
It`s on me, Terra Iz Him: The LP
G.O.D., try seein`, the light be set free

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]
Wannabee, word
Killarm`
You ain`t thugs
Maricons.. {*screaming*}
Come on.. {*gunshots*}
You wanna fuck with me!?!
Huh? {*screaming and gunshots continue*}
I`ll kill all you motherfuckers!
That`s all you got?
Come on!
I`m Dom PaChino!

[Movie sample]
Come on! Let`s go!
I`ll fuckin` blow your head off!
Come on! Let`s go!
See this? You boys are dead
And not just dead
Bring your boy Dallas, he fuckin` dead too
Gold-diggers, you tipped it
I ain`t fuckin` do this!
Fuckin` friends!
We fuckin` grew up together!
You mothafucka!
You want a war with me?
You want a fuckin` war with me?!?!

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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: P.R. Terrorist - Wannabeez [Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Shake `em down, Mathematics Terrorist, yeah [Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist] All you players, killers, dogs, wannabee thugs In your body comin` soon is a wannabee slug In this rap shit is real so I gotta really be bug To show y`all fake motherfuckers love [P.R. Terrorist] You happy just to breathe oxygen Ox and men, ox is friend And the rest of them niggaz that`s in the pen I`m standin` in What`s a thug? Fuckin` thug, y`all niggaz ain`t really bug When this shit hit the fan, y`all hope`ll be thug Out in the desert, rap wizard, stylistic Check the statistics on my LP`s You see me on the streets, mark of the beast .44 slugs rip through your fleece, they hold grease Next tape, trapped on the Shao`, there`s no escape No bridge, no boat, just a place for your throat Surrounded by water, transmit the blood of manslaughter This gold-diggin` bitch on my dick, I can`t abort her Plus it`s cheaper, and the skins is deeper on her daughter Splashin` `em both, got it taped on camcorder What it like, I be eatin` too much beats and rice Rollin` dice, never thinkin` twice, shit is trife Terrorizin`, never surprisin` the mic device {gunshots} Maricon! [Chorus x3] [P.R Terrorist] Real niggaz give it up, fake niggaz they get it tooken I`m on a long trip on my way to Central Bookin` 2 Heaterz that was found in my Jeep, Eastside of Crooklyn When I hit the house, everybody`s lookin` At the Latino, who that? Dom PaChino Killarmy rap style that`s so raunchy Test me, remember that Allah done blessed me Even the Jakes tried fuckin` me up when they arrest me Can`t take my mind from me although you got my 9`s from me And know my seed that be growin` in my wiz tummy O.T., makin` CREAM, dress bummy Feds like niggaz who floss and flash money But I`m low-key, bless you with a flow that`s holy Ain`t dependin` on a record label to blow me It`s on me, Terra Iz Him: The LP G.O.D., try seein`, the light be set free [Chorus x4] [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] Wannabee, word Killarm` You ain`t thugs Maricons.. {screaming} Come on.. {gunshots} You wanna fuck with me!?! Huh? {screaming and gunshots continue} I`ll kill all you motherfuckers! That`s all you got? Come on! I`m Dom PaChino! [Movie sample] Come on! Let`s go! I`ll fuckin` blow your head off! Come on! Let`s go! See this? You boys are dead And not just dead Bring your boy Dallas, he fuckin` dead too Gold-diggers, you tipped it I ain`t fuckin` do this! Fuckin` friends! We fuckin` grew up together! You mothafucka! You want a war with me? You want a fuckin` war with me?!?! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Wannabeez: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/6538.html Все тексты песен: P.R. Terrorist » P.R. Terrorist - Fear » P.R. Terrorist - Vanishing » P.R. Terrorist - Tera Iz Him » P.R. Terrorist - You`re Something Else » P.R. Terrorist - Bum Rush » P.R. Terrorist - Wannabeez Рекомендуем скачать: » Григорий Лепс - Ну и что » Грин Грей (Green Grey) - Да » Геннадий Жаров - Ниловна » Гарик Сукачев - Месяц май » Георгий Васильев - Скажи-ка, дядя » Гиви Чрелашвили - Катафалк надежд » Григорий Дикштейн - Седые угли у пруда... » Геннадий Жуков - Дыханием тревожа озерцо... » Геннадий Васильев - Прощай, Колокольчик, и » Гайк Мкртчян - Да, в этой жизни терять нам нечего... » Галина Брусницына - Подарок » Георгий Дубенецкий - Апрель (конец сезона) » Геннадий Васильев - Ну что ж, носите свитера, растите бороды... » Геннадий Жуков - Я помню там в каком-то там былом... » Григорий Дикштейн - (К спектаклю Мы войны прошедшей дети...) » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я бесполезен! » Голубые береты - Фотография » Григорий Бронштейн - Чем ты заплатишь за закат?.. » Гости из Будущего - Даже если она не вернется » Григорий Дикштейн - Юбилейная
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