Текст (слова) песни: Terror Squad - Payin Dues

[ verse 1: keith nut ]

Holy christ, I leave rappers souls as cold as ice

Im 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, pedigrees 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 ]

Im here to reclaim my respect

Reppin the set that be bangin my chest

T.s., the gods 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 gods heed

And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee

And my plots greed, my themes murder

My climax is when the heat from the burner

Blast me the wings to go further

Nigga, the centurys 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 treasons 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

Keiths 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 gs, sippin dacquerys, livin happily rapidly

[ verse 3: armageaddon ]

I dont give a fuck, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck

Act sheist when they look at us, thats the price when you cruise a truck

And Id 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 its 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 Im 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, pedigrees 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 ] Im here to reclaim my respect Reppin the set that be bangin my chest T.s., the gods 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 gods heed And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee And my plots greed, my themes murder My climax is when the heat from the burner Blast me the wings to go further Nigga, the centurys 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 treasons 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 Keiths 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 gs, sippin dacquerys, livin happily rapidly [ verse 3: armageaddon ] I dont give a fuck, all I could do with my life was pitch my luck Act sheist when they look at us, thats the price when you cruise a truck And Id 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 its 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/119/1/14873.html Все тексты песен: Terror Squad » Terror Squad - Take Me Home » Terror Squad - Feelin This » Terror Squad - Feelin` This » Terror Squad - Triple Threat » Terror Squad - Thunder in the Air » Terror Squad - Tell Me What You Want » Terror Squad - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah » Terror Squad - Pass the Glock » Terror Squad - Lean Back » Terror Squad - All Around the World » Terror Squad - Pass Away » Terror Squad - Bring It On » Terror Squad - In For Life » Terror Squad - Tell Me What U Think » Terror Squad - 99 Live » Terror Squad - War » Terror Squad - As The World Turns » Terror Squad - Lean Back (Hispanic Remix) » Terror Squad - The Album » Terror Squad - Nothing`s Gonna Stop Me Рекомендуем скачать: » Юля Началова - Любовь как звездочка горит » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Мальчишки » Юрий Панюшкин - С нами ничего не случится » Юрий Лорес - Снежок » Юрий Гуляев - Знайте, каким он парнем был » Юлия Поливанова - Все, что осталось мне... » Юрий Визбор - Вечерняя песня » Юрий Визбор - Дочка Большой Медведицы » Юта - Обними меня » Юрий Устинов - Он вставил ключ в пупок и повернул... » Юрий Левитанский - Человек, строящий воздушные замки » Юрий Костров - Хватит! » Юрий Ким - Песнь воеводы » Юрий Визбор - Накра » Ю.Богатиков - Три танкиста » Юрий Визбор - Песня о поэтах » Юлий Ким - Записка в президиум » Юрий Лорес - Пушкино » Юлий Ким - Песня старого пирата » Юрий Лорес - Мокрый снег, мокрый снег
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