My old man He said to me He said Son There are those That get bought And those That do the buying Well enough We never did See eye to eye And I always
Пераклад: Cop Shoot Cop. Прычына і следства.
keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin' at Mickey D's That's a joke 'cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die there'll be bullets and gun smoke Ya don
be somethin' that you woulda bought That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not 'Cause I never
the barrel to the back of your neck and hop back in the vette (corvette) {Jadakiss} 'cause everybody is a felon with loot 'cause they say rap is like dust {Styles and Jadakiss} and
Bald head and Dreads locks yo, strictly Hiphop. we blow the shots and, (Wo Wo) and den Escape from the cops. Cause we criminal minded, and rhyming with time, and
and callin your homies Up on it and you callin for help But nobodys there Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath And I left him dead 'cause nobody cares
ya We got the whole lot o cop and magnolia We're the fresh B-boys in Nike and Adidas We're hotter than heaters and blowin up speakers There's no half
they know about me-me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you-you/ Ain't no time to be trippin' on women cause women will have you get caught up and shot
and bruise And bandage a amateur, that amateur swingin' a hammer From a body bag, so run and get your camera Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get
it bad 'cause I'm brown And not the other color so police think They have the authority to kill a minority Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't tha one
it bad ?cause I am brown And not the other color Some police think They have the authority to kill a minority F*ck that shit ?cause I aint the one For
the only bling you'll hear are the bells in the morgue *DING* Self metaphors and sick similes Effects everyone in this vicinity Listen to me cause
time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason sling shots and Chuck Taylors, it's the season there is no state of the art or no special effects
V.L (Team up, team up) V.L (Team up) V.L (Team up) V.L Verse 1: BulletProof I'm full of that raw ???? a cop cho choo chop I live and die 17 shots without
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds I survived cause I strived Then I cock back my fist and punch out ya insides Who's left, cause nine got
Rock the advance I cop the whore house in the loose figgero With narcaleps and Terrets bitches like Deuce Biggalo Off flavor contorsions daughters and mothers orfans From here to Portland morphine shots
