CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : For A Few Dollars More
Look in my eyes, you won't see no punk
Had to wear a gas mask for the machine gun funk (Dr-r-r!)
Uzis and pumps, up in broad day, just thump
Genocide, homicide, he must've thought I was punk
Now I gotta pain ya, so welcome to my torture chamber
Release anger, I'm from the thirty-seventh chamber
Hellraiser, f**k a razor, blaze ya
Expose intestines with the lightsaber, night raider
Life-drain ya, your death is my favor, make you a stranger
This pu**y n***a had a taser
I ain't the n***a to f**k with, you'll get knocked off
I'll shoot your abs and sow your soul for thinkin' you top dog
Three and one-half inches, so I can legally tuck thе knife
I ain't never ran from no n***a in my f**kin' lifе
Better watch your f**kin' mouth while you talkin' hype
'Fore I let this Desert Eagle pop like a f**kin' Sprite
Last motherf**ker to try me, I choked out him and his dad
Like, "Nngh!" Them motherf**kers made me mad
Put the gat to his mouth, threw him in the back of the Jag
Told him, move? I'll blow his f**kin' head on the dash
I had to get real bloody and ugly and disrespectful
Thinkin' that the God is a gimmick, until I wet you
So some of these n***as is startin' to feel special?
Well, feel special with this .38 Special
This God'll bless you like Moses, rivers is frozen
You hemorrhage out your brain
You a small dog, and I'm a Great Dane
I cause pain and tell police I did it for street fame
Peep game, like Socrates, peep this philosophy
Shoot up your Cosby sweater and leave blood on your Wallabees
Had to wear a gas mask for the machine gun funk (Dr-r-r!)
Uzis and pumps, up in broad day, just thump
Genocide, homicide, he must've thought I was punk
Now I gotta pain ya, so welcome to my torture chamber
Release anger, I'm from the thirty-seventh chamber
Hellraiser, f**k a razor, blaze ya
Expose intestines with the lightsaber, night raider
Life-drain ya, your death is my favor, make you a stranger
This pu**y n***a had a taser
I ain't the n***a to f**k with, you'll get knocked off
I'll shoot your abs and sow your soul for thinkin' you top dog
Three and one-half inches, so I can legally tuck thе knife
I ain't never ran from no n***a in my f**kin' lifе
Better watch your f**kin' mouth while you talkin' hype
'Fore I let this Desert Eagle pop like a f**kin' Sprite
Last motherf**ker to try me, I choked out him and his dad
Like, "Nngh!" Them motherf**kers made me mad
Put the gat to his mouth, threw him in the back of the Jag
Told him, move? I'll blow his f**kin' head on the dash
I had to get real bloody and ugly and disrespectful
Thinkin' that the God is a gimmick, until I wet you
So some of these n***as is startin' to feel special?
Well, feel special with this .38 Special
This God'll bless you like Moses, rivers is frozen
You hemorrhage out your brain
You a small dog, and I'm a Great Dane
I cause pain and tell police I did it for street fame
Peep game, like Socrates, peep this philosophy
Shoot up your Cosby sweater and leave blood on your Wallabees
