CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Murda Twinz
(Berto, how you got that?)
Aye, you know they just free'd Slugga
Aye, what it is?
Their out the crank in this b*t*h
Ha, you know what it is with me
KTA
Aye, Big Murda, they trippin', n***a, they got Baby Murda in this b*t*h
I'ma start this off by sayin', "You a opp, can't come outside"
Boy, you pu**y, go tuck your tail, we hit their block, they try to hide
I don't wanna go down Melvin, they gon' tell if I slide
I'm outside with the guys, they steady bangin' on my side
That n***a Ksoo, he a b*t*h
ATK ain't on sh*t
Since a n***a wanna diss, pu**y, come and get your lick
N***as dyin', but wanna diss
So many souls got me sick
When they swing, them n***as missed
Ain't no changin' in this sh*t
Ain't no question, on my way to hell, I'm a real deal sinner
All that dissin' in that song, now he gone, just know I sent him
His main man was dissin Moo, now Fin Fin all in my swishеr
Dee Kreep all in my system, dissin' bro on instrumentals
Number onе, dropped his lil' pistol
Brain dead, took his lil' mental
Blow him, just like a whistle
Drop 3's all in my pitcher
Out west in tinted rentals
Block cold like it's December
F**k Kreep took all their members
.62's comin' like a missile
Boy, don't bring your a** outside, if you ain't got no pistol
Dee Kreep, Peewee, know he dead if I get him
3-piece, two deep, with that Drac' out the window
I'm a spinner, I'm a send him to God, if I get him
That's a body bag, now another opp in a swisher
Bree at the red light screamin', "Bro, I gotta get 'em"
Better get your head right, we catch a opp and leave him crippled
Better chill before I send 'em, momma yellin' for her children
White flag, bang KTA, wonder who gon' die today
Free Lil Bree from out them gates, he caught a murder then did the race
Quan Quan got hit in the face
Tweaked out, caught me a case
Real stepper, free Lil BK
I bang that NHGK
So what is you sayin'? I'ma pull up, get to sprayin' and take you up top with your mans
I pulled up, he ran, I sent him to Shands, that Draco done burned him, it gave him a tan
We just, pulled out white chalk
From all that, dissin' and talkin'
I just, cut off your team
Now he not, on your lil roster
Yeah
What it is, for real?
This KTA, Y&R
23k
Forever runnin' through my veins
Yeah, ha, them Murda Boys reunited
You know what it is
Aye, man, cut that b*t*h off
Man, they-they get the message
Aye, you know they just free'd Slugga
Aye, what it is?
Their out the crank in this b*t*h
Ha, you know what it is with me
KTA
Aye, Big Murda, they trippin', n***a, they got Baby Murda in this b*t*h
I'ma start this off by sayin', "You a opp, can't come outside"
Boy, you pu**y, go tuck your tail, we hit their block, they try to hide
I don't wanna go down Melvin, they gon' tell if I slide
I'm outside with the guys, they steady bangin' on my side
That n***a Ksoo, he a b*t*h
ATK ain't on sh*t
Since a n***a wanna diss, pu**y, come and get your lick
N***as dyin', but wanna diss
So many souls got me sick
When they swing, them n***as missed
Ain't no changin' in this sh*t
Ain't no question, on my way to hell, I'm a real deal sinner
All that dissin' in that song, now he gone, just know I sent him
His main man was dissin Moo, now Fin Fin all in my swishеr
Dee Kreep all in my system, dissin' bro on instrumentals
Number onе, dropped his lil' pistol
Brain dead, took his lil' mental
Blow him, just like a whistle
Drop 3's all in my pitcher
Out west in tinted rentals
Block cold like it's December
F**k Kreep took all their members
.62's comin' like a missile
Boy, don't bring your a** outside, if you ain't got no pistol
Dee Kreep, Peewee, know he dead if I get him
3-piece, two deep, with that Drac' out the window
I'm a spinner, I'm a send him to God, if I get him
That's a body bag, now another opp in a swisher
Bree at the red light screamin', "Bro, I gotta get 'em"
Better get your head right, we catch a opp and leave him crippled
Better chill before I send 'em, momma yellin' for her children
White flag, bang KTA, wonder who gon' die today
Free Lil Bree from out them gates, he caught a murder then did the race
Quan Quan got hit in the face
Tweaked out, caught me a case
Real stepper, free Lil BK
I bang that NHGK
So what is you sayin'? I'ma pull up, get to sprayin' and take you up top with your mans
I pulled up, he ran, I sent him to Shands, that Draco done burned him, it gave him a tan
We just, pulled out white chalk
From all that, dissin' and talkin'
I just, cut off your team
Now he not, on your lil roster
Yeah
What it is, for real?
This KTA, Y&R
23k
Forever runnin' through my veins
Yeah, ha, them Murda Boys reunited
You know what it is
Aye, man, cut that b*t*h off
Man, they-they get the message
