Вершы: Yukmouth. Somebody Gone Die 2 Nite.

Somebody gonna die tonight
get all of my niggaz,time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight
Somebody gone die tonight
Get all my niggaz,time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna lfy tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight

(Verse 1)
(Tech n9ne)
Hey yo iA'm sick as a motherfucker,bitch you a motherfuker you tryin'to diss on a motherfucker like me iA'll kill you motherfuckers Its a motherfuckin' shame how the motherfucker came and grabbed my motherfuckin' name,and get to blowin'out ya motherfuckin'brains, i fuck hoes like a motherfucker,even yours you motherfuckers Tech N9ne is a motherfucker,iA'll dispose of you motherfuckers pros,they wonna suck us,+Mitch Bade+ niggaz wanna buck us get the motherfucker,hit the motherfucker,killA'em and dont say shit,motherfucker,iA'm pissed them a motherfucker,twist that motherfucker,lift that motherfucker,Hey nigga you my motherfucker Cause you busted on them motherfuckers,shot up them motherfuckin crew.Motherfuckers who diss me,motherfuck you,IA'm raw as a motherfucker,pop trunks on these motherfucker,Niggaz is wrong as a motherfucker,wont get a motherfuckinA'thing trip of this motherfuckinA'heat we bring motherfucker.

(Verse 2)
(Fatal Hussein)
I was raised up to blaze bang blicks Hussien gets pissed if flames spit watch how pretty the pain get nigga,High til i die,Burry me a G iA'm srapped,A made nigga never worry me iA'm free this is stricly for my niggaz now,bless the dead,you know life goes on,We pour out a lilA'liquor now,But iA'm puttinA'presure up on A'em when they under these glocks,And these pussies are panicked,to get frantic,Cause me and Yuk here
somebody gonna die,Not me,nigga i am stuck here,Rap related,Criminally activated and evil i wouldnA't want to be you behinde my fuckinA'Desert Eagle young guns fire,And niggaz bleed smoke addicted to livinA'like a fuckinA'felon while beefin with rookie cops,For the cookie rocks niggaz sellinA',iA'am an Outlaw.

(Verse 3)
(The realest)
You see our adversaries crumble when we rumble with sick catasrophy Fuck all these niggaz,itA's the West in me Thats why i gotta keep a vest with me,And iA'mma ride A'til i rest in peace
Makaveli rest in peace,All these wannabeA's like Master p
all these niggaz screaminA'blastephemy,You ainA't Pac nigga,Tatted up in them magazines BandannaA'ed up in them magazines,You ainA't Pac ,Fuck Percy
I put him in a hearst where the dirt be IA'm blood thristy,42 shots like James Worthy These lames in the game ainA't worthy to touch meals,Ya heard me,I bust 30 in your P.miller in Jersey,The dirty dirty is better off without you Double X-L (XXL) doubt you ,Wrote a fucked up ad about you cause you wack as fuck,You need to let ya kids bust Quit fuckinA'off ya brothers careers and give that shit up,Mini me nigga wannabe somebody alse,RappinA'like Tupac, canA't be yaself thatA'll get you shot ,better be somebody else,Everybody on No Limit sounds like somebody else,You got a nigga thats shounds like Dru (Down),A nigga like Mystikal A white boy like Eminem,the bitinA'is critical Ya son wanna be Bow wow,The shit is pitiful,what a bitch nigga would do for a hundred milA'or two fuck off his niggaz too,Cali aint feelinA'you,I bet C-Murder locked up thinkinA'bout killinA'you nigga,Rap -a-Lot Mafia we get the scrilla too,roll with a thousand niggaz too,You bitinA'ass nigga you.

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