Текст (слова) песни: U-God f INF-Black, Letha Face - Here We Come

[Intro: INF-Black]
Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya`ll ain`t gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!

[U-God]
I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless
Almost famous but the natives gettin` restless
Leave `em breathless, guess who popped up
With pile out, hear you talkin` like Wu`s washed up
Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe
The magnetic flux, in the all black tux`
And my back`s all hushed, lead showers for you mutts
I devour the cuts with a power packed punch
And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun
I`m like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum
Through the, smoke I reveal, I`m the rising sun
That go through your shield, is he really that Hill?
Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel
Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin` skill
And beneath the sky, lurkin` network of strangers
That insert the danger with a touch of a finger

[Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)]
Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya`ll ain`t gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya`ll ain`t gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!)

[INF-Black]
Yo, aiyo, I`m speakin` for myself, my feets on stealth
Fuck thirty deep, I`m in your hood for delf
Blowin` trees with your main squeeze countin` my shells
As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well
Never been the one to front, son, my history`s swell
Tell you how it`s gon` be, what it was and what it is
Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives
The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch
Learned you was livewire, mafia lie
You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers
Messin` with fire, you ought to leave town
Son, there`s rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down
Bringin` all clothes, most fold when it go down
4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down
I recognize real, and it ain`t how you sound
It`s the shit that you feel when I`m bustin` the pound

[Chorus]

[Hook: INF-Black]
Niggaz keep talkin`, better keep walkin`
Walk the block frontin`, you ain`t sayin` nothin`
You ain`t poppin` nothin`, you ain`t cuttin` nottin`
Son, stop stuntin`, before I start dumpin`

[Letha Face]
I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome
Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes
I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand
Unless you got that thang, in your hands
Screamin` fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me
And crabs that don`t wanna see me make it, try to bust me
Trust me, I got my shit on cock
So now I`m ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc
With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart
I swear to be my brother`s keeper, til death do us part
The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin` wet
Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves
Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction
Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section
And my posession is a deadly weapon
This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect

[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: U-God f INF-Black, Letha Face - Here We Come [Intro: INF-Black] Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya`ll ain`t gangstas, so hold that gun shot Blaow! [U-God] I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless Almost famous but the natives gettin` restless Leave `em breathless, guess who popped up With pile out, hear you talkin` like Wu`s washed up Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe The magnetic flux, in the all black tux` And my back`s all hushed, lead showers for you mutts I devour the cuts with a power packed punch And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun I`m like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum Through the, smoke I reveal, I`m the rising sun That go through your shield, is he really that Hill? Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin` skill And beneath the sky, lurkin` network of strangers That insert the danger with a touch of a finger [Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)] Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come (Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya`ll ain`t gangstas, so hold that gun shot Blaow! Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas (Gangster this and gangster that Half of ya`ll ain`t gangstas, so hold that gun shot Blaow!) [INF-Black] Yo, aiyo, I`m speakin` for myself, my feets on stealth Fuck thirty deep, I`m in your hood for delf Blowin` trees with your main squeeze countin` my shells As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well Never been the one to front, son, my history`s swell Tell you how it`s gon` be, what it was and what it is Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch Learned you was livewire, mafia lie You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers Messin` with fire, you ought to leave town Son, there`s rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down Bringin` all clothes, most fold when it go down 4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down I recognize real, and it ain`t how you sound It`s the shit that you feel when I`m bustin` the pound [Chorus] [Hook: INF-Black] Niggaz keep talkin`, better keep walkin` Walk the block frontin`, you ain`t sayin` nothin` You ain`t poppin` nothin`, you ain`t cuttin` nottin` Son, stop stuntin`, before I start dumpin` [Letha Face] I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand Unless you got that thang, in your hands Screamin` fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me And crabs that don`t wanna see me make it, try to bust me Trust me, I got my shit on cock So now I`m ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart I swear to be my brother`s keeper, til death do us part The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin` wet Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section And my posession is a deadly weapon This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Here We Come: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/120/1/1886.html Все тексты песен: U-God f INF-Black, Letha Face » U-God f INF-Black, Letha Face - Here We Come Рекомендуем скачать: » Тараканы - I left it once » Татьяна Афраймович - Про Колобка » Татьяна Афраймович - Долгая-1 » Тамара Гвердцители - Кармен » Татьяна Шехтман - Календарь посвящений. Ноябрь. » Тату - Clowns (Can you see me now ?) » Татьяна Дрыгина - Бредут, бредут нецарственной походкой... » Троица - Голубка » Татьяна Шкодина - Увы, глаза меня не выдают... » Татьяна Буланова - Люди как птицы » Татьяна Шехтман - Год Кота » Татьяна Глазкова - Как источник случайного вдохновения... » Татьяна Образцова - Белки » Татьяна Афраймович - Тлели угли » Тату - Мальчик-Гей » Татьяна Дрыгина - Прильнув к стеклу, пытаюсь угадать... » Таня Буланова - Механическое сердце » Таня Буланова - Стерпится-слюбится » Татьяна Королева - Собран урожай, уходит лето » Татьяна Флейшман - То ли – климат был иной...
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