Текст (слова) песни: Wu-Tang Clan - Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style)
for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style)
Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style)
.. justice!" (Wu-Tang style)

[GZA]
Slept on this hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise
Week self-captivity became months
Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump
Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead to abductions
Creatin wider circles of destructions
So we attack, with the pen and blaze in
From the terrifyin to the fascinating
Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that`s hasty to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits
They heavily defended airfields
But they bodies rot behind punctured steels
When I greeted you, you didn`t hear a piece of my voice?
Oh that water was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn`t tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, noise is deafening
Carrier battle groups, that`s threatening
Higher level bombing, plus
The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud
In the same crucial manner but different style

(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yeah..
Aiyyo once again, all blunts again
Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I`m in
Allah`s helpful most, innovative raps
that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too
We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines
Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz
Styles so sharp, state of the art
Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts
Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow, wow the shit`s wild when you short us
Runnin through parkin lots, don`t get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks

[Method Man]
It ain`t all to the good, muh`fuckers hatin in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods
for the Clan`s forthcomin
I miss you in the game a court summons
And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y`all get locked up
E`rything was wack `til we popped up
And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher
Potnah, you ain`t got no wins in mi casa
Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha
Request lines are now open, you see these MC`s chokin
and thinkin, "What`s that SHIT they be smokin?"
I`m so focused, simple chronic halitosis
Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious
{*hach, spit*} Y`all niggaz got some fuckin nerve
to critic what I write, that`s my muh`fuckin word
Blah blah blah, like N`Sync
Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain`t playin

[Masta Killa]
Many shall come, few chose to stay exact
Track after track I`m fightin for survival
Before me I see hills and mountains they sway
The words gotta move and the crowd`s like the ocean
I walk water holdin y`all suspended with the vocal
What`s the total people that came to see the Gods?
I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry
Potentcy, high-level content
Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places
All ages streets to cages, split faces
Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami
We live from Pulaski and spread glassy

{*cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"*}

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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: Wu-Tang Clan - Radioactive (Four Assassins) "You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style) Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style) .. justice!" (Wu-Tang style) [GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise Week self-captivity became months Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin wider circles of destructions So we attack, with the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that`s hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn`t hear a piece of my voice? Oh that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn`t tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups, that`s threatening Higher level bombing, plus The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud In the same crucial manner but different style (Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!) [Raekwon the Chef] Yeah.. Aiyyo once again, all blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I`m in Allah`s helpful most, innovative raps that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the shit`s wild when you short us Runnin through parkin lots, don`t get caught Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks [Method Man] It ain`t all to the good, muh`fuckers hatin in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods for the Clan`s forthcomin I miss you in the game a court summons And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y`all get locked up E`rything was wack `til we popped up And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher Potnah, you ain`t got no wins in mi casa Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MC`s chokin and thinkin, "What`s that SHIT they be smokin?" I`m so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious {hach, spit} Y`all niggaz got some fuckin nerve to critic what I write, that`s my muh`fuckin word Blah blah blah, like N`Sync Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain`t playin [Masta Killa] Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I`m fightin for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they sway The words gotta move and the crowd`s like the ocean I walk water holdin y`all suspended with the vocal What`s the total people that came to see the Gods? I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, high-level content Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, split faces Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread glassy {cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Radioactive (Four Assassins): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/122/1/1866.html Все тексты песен: Wu-Tang Clan » Wu-Tang Clan - A Better Tomorrow » Wu-Tang Clan - Co-Defandant » Wu-Tang Clan - Cobra Clutch » Wu-Tang Clan - Let My Niggas Live » Wu-Tang Clan - Def Jam`s Rush Hour Soundtrack » Wu-Tang Clan - Rules » Wu-Tang Clan - Y`all Been Warned » Wu-Tang Clan - Shame On a Nuh » Wu-Tang Clan - Tearz » Wu-Tang Clan - And Justice 4 All » Wu-Tang Clan - Hollow Bones » Wu-Tang Clan - Dashing (Reasons) » Wu-Tang Clan - The M.G.M. » Wu-Tang Clan - Gravel pit » Wu-Tang Clan - Diesel » Wu-Tang Clan - In The Beginning » Wu-Tang Clan - Lyrical Swords » Wu-Tang Clan - The W * » Wu-Tang Clan - What You in Fo` » Wu-Tang Clan - As High As Wu-Tang Get Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Сельц - Дине Рубиной » Елена Казанцева - Окраина » Евгений Муравьев - Закрыть глаза? Устал от темноты... » Ефим Ташлицкий - Акварель » Елена Казанцева - Сочинить бы такой стих... » Евгений Бачурин - Утренняя песня » Е.Неклюдова - Повозка » Елена Фролова - Бессонница » Евгений Слабиков - Снег » Евгений Клячкин - Путь домой » Евгений Келлер - Не скрипнет дверь, она войдёт... » Елена Терлеева - Между мной и тобой » Елена Гурфинкель - А он красавиц стройных подвозит... » Елена Гурфинкель - Первый снег » Ежова Ира - Наплевать » Елена Гурфинкель - Дураки » Елена Фролова - За окном седой снежок... » Евгений Клячкин - Бежит под горку жизнь моя... » Евгения Ланцберг - Подкопи... под копирку, наверно, надежней всего... » Елена Казанцева - Мне было некого любить...
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