Текст (слова) песни: Terror Squad - Payin` Dues

[ VERSE 1: Keith Nut ]
Holy Christ, I leave rappers` souls as cold as ice
I`m like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men to mice
Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four
Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor
Niggas thought they seen the last of this
Project poet assassinist
Whose status is never havin to clappin clips
Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes
Life luxury ??? crackin it
Runnin with drugs and dealers
Thugs and killers, slugs in villas
Black gorillas and million dollar billers
Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate
Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises
Poetically mugged, pedigree`s incredibly
Movin steadily, thoroughly
Clippin you somethin terribly
Keith Nut, one of the last to go
One of the last to flow
One of the last niggas to blow

[ CHORUS: Armageaddon ]
Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith Nut)
Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down
Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (`Geaddon)
Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down

[ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ]
I`m here to reclaim my respect
Reppin the set that be bangin my chest
T.S., the God`s medaillon, tombstone and begets
Alone and wet I blow my own Tec
Ever had beef with `Geadd and hold no regrets
Then you was no threath
I go to Death blessed with God`s heed
And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee
And my plot`s greed, my theme`s murder
My climax is when the heat from the burner
Blast me the wings to go further
Nigga, the century`s turnin and I went out of patience
You think you hard, that .44 blast, it clouds your concentration
Again, think about it, before my gun hollers
And kill everything around em even if you bought the album
Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics
Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit
Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound and wind
Piercin the meat and [edited] back out again

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Keith Nut ]
Next nigga treason`s gonna meet the demons
Left for his mama grievin
When I squeeze the Desert Eag` and cease his breathin
Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for death
Clap him at the chest, bless him with the Wesson, hope you got your vest
Keith`s the last to test, the last to gasp for breath
Send you on a crash course to death when I blast the Tec
Terror faculty known for fillin cavities gradually
Stackin g`s, sippin D`Acquerys, livin happily rapidly
[ VERSE 3: Armageaddon ]
I don`t give a fuck, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck
Act sheist when they look at us, that`s the price when you cruise a truck
And I`d advise you to analyze us, find out who you can trust
Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust
You never know when it`s over, rise up out of the tomb and dust
The movin slug was smoothly touched before you recognized who he was
And I recognize ??? for doin the shit that stupid does
My cats gon` shoot them slug, send them things right through yo mug

[ 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: Terror Squad - Payin` Dues [ VERSE 1: Keith Nut ] Holy Christ, I leave rappers` souls as cold as ice I`m like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men to mice Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor Niggas thought they seen the last of this Project poet assassinist Whose status is never havin to clappin clips Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes Life luxury ??? crackin it Runnin with drugs and dealers Thugs and killers, slugs in villas Black gorillas and million dollar billers Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises Poetically mugged, pedigree`s incredibly Movin steadily, thoroughly Clippin you somethin terribly Keith Nut, one of the last to go One of the last to flow One of the last niggas to blow [ CHORUS: Armageaddon ] Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith Nut) Now who them niggas that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad) Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (`Geaddon) Now who them niggas that be roamin the town Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down [ VERSE 2: Armageaddon ] I`m here to reclaim my respect Reppin the set that be bangin my chest T.S., the God`s medaillon, tombstone and begets Alone and wet I blow my own Tec Ever had beef with `Geadd and hold no regrets Then you was no threath I go to Death blessed with God`s heed And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plot`s greed, my theme`s murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast me the wings to go further Nigga, the century`s turnin and I went out of patience You think you hard, that .44 blast, it clouds your concentration Again, think about it, before my gun hollers And kill everything around em even if you bought the album Enforce the power with guns, dollars and politics Start a baby apocalypse when my .44 ??? spit Pops in and out your skin, breakin through sound and wind Piercin the meat and [edited] back out again [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Keith Nut ] Next nigga treason`s gonna meet the demons Left for his mama grievin When I squeeze the Desert Eag` and cease his breathin Wreck your set, make the average rapper wish for death Clap him at the chest, bless him with the Wesson, hope you got your vest Keith`s the last to test, the last to gasp for breath Send you on a crash course to death when I blast the Tec Terror faculty known for fillin cavities gradually Stackin g`s, sippin D`Acquerys, livin happily rapidly [ VERSE 3: Armageaddon ] I don`t give a fuck, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck Act sheist when they look at us, that`s the price when you cruise a truck And I`d advise you to analyze us, find out who you can trust Rival me plus memorize the eyes of the dudes you bust You never know when it`s over, rise up out of the tomb and dust The movin slug was smoothly touched before you recognized who he was And I recognize ??? for doin the shit that stupid does My cats gon` shoot them slug, send them things right through yo mug [ CHORUS ] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Payin` Dues: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/14856.html Все тексты песен: Terror Squad » Terror Squad - Thunder in the Air » Terror Squad - Lean Back » Terror Squad - Take Me Home » Terror Squad - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah » Terror Squad - Pass the Glock » Terror Squad - All Around the World » Terror Squad - Terror Squad » Terror Squad - Payin` Dues » Terror Squad - Tell Me What You Want » Terror Squad - My Kinda Girls » Terror Squad - Payin Dues » Terror Squad - As The World Turns » Terror Squad - Bring It On » Terror Squad - The Album » Terror Squad - War » Terror Squad - Pass Away » Terror Squad - Gimme Dat » Terror Squad - Terror Era » Terror Squad - Feelin` This » Terror Squad - Triple Threat Рекомендуем скачать: » Эли Бар-Яалом - Баллада о моллюске » Элизиум - Как ван-гог » Эмир Шабашвили - Сверкает в ночи уголек светофора и скоро... » Эдуард Гончаров - Надвигались тихо сумерки... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Прощание Фродо » Элизиум - Алкагольная » Эли Бар-Яалом - Баюкалка » Эльдус Сайфулин - Песня про кнопку » Эльдус Сайфулин - Баллада о Ёжике » Эли Бар-Яалом - Ворота. (Первая песня стражи) » Эмир Шабашвили - KamaRiverNet » Эли Бар-Яалом - В свое время я понравился некой фее... » Эпидемия - Всадник из льда » Эвелина Бледанс - Эвелина Блёданс » Эмир Шабашвили - Осенний оркестр » Эли Бар-Яалом - Джинн » Эдуард Гончаров - Ледник Лекзыр » Элизиум - Джаз » Эльмира Галеева - Вы, с квадратными окошками, невысокие дома... » Эли Бар-Яалом, Юлия Могилевер - В пустыне
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