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bukshot - midwest destroyerz كلمات الأغنية

[intro: bukshot]
midwest destroyerz
bukshot, ruff sude playaz (louisville, kentucky)
bake, c_motherf_cking_dog (jeffersonville, indiana)
ak, tre_shot, mr. black diamond (rocksville, indianapolis, nap)
siccness, carlos rossi, redrum (gary, cincinnati, ohio)
sang, short capone (cleveland)
misery, sinn, murder one (chicago, illinois)
k!lla_o, ibg (saint louis, missouri)
low lifes, big shawn (nashville, tennessee)
n_do, o.d. (memphis)
gangsta black, trig

[verse 1: bukshot]
take a look into this hood cause we grinding the most
it’s the midwest b_tch f_ck claiming a coast
dope dealers crossing bridges with work in they britches
the land of f_cking b_tches, the land of k!lling snitches
opportunities knock (knock), from serving fiends with rocks (rocks)
to spilling blood on the block (block)
from pumps to glocks (glocks)
surrounded by cops (cops), we open fire like mobsters
bet you better tell ’em ’bout us midwest monsters

[verse 2]
attested, attasted, seventeen shots from a fully mean automatic ruff sides trigger men
victim and dead it’s over
coming for ya
four deep misbehaving in a locced out nova (fill of nail)
creepers, bed_seekers, pin ya down like tag_team
sights with blue_red beams
breaking down zones on my triple beam
money and the power (money, power)
duct_taped him in his bas_m_nt
popped him in his knees, leave our gs with murder cases
[verse 3]
can’t n0body f_ck with a real n_gga hustling
i mean a n_gga about his dollars, i don’t give a f_ck about nothing
it’s a fact of life a n_gga that’s squeezing a motherf_cking .45
best time to catch a n_gga slipping when he close his eyes
anybody try that funny sh_t i’ll betray, lay ya down
watch me unload a whole f_cking clip ‘out the slightest f_cking sound
why i’m paranoid all the time with this smoke, got me tripping
cause in this type of bi’ness everybody tryna catch a n_gga slipping
jealous n_ggas and b_tches and b_tches up in some plain clothes
i’m constantly watching my back but it’s just how the game goes
life move f_cking fast, i can’t trust no_f_cking_body
my girl can’t get too close i think that b_tch is tryna rob me

[verse 4]
one, two, three, i’m a motherf_cking g
strapped down, mask down
.45 caliber desert eagle
leaving bodies first gon’ feel that pump_pump
putting dead bodies in a 6_4 trunk
blaze big blunts since j. stubbs
don’t beg for your life player cause i don’t give a f_ck about bucking you
your baby mama too, and plus your two kids
i know you got them keys, show me to the safe cause i ain’t got long to live (uh)

[verse 5]
loving one since a juvenile as i run through the foul
i see the stress i put my family through but look at me now
convicted felon at large on a motherf_cking rampage
i’m still selling dope and rides around with the sk
i’m busting at my rivals man, f_ck the penitentiary
cause when i go down, i’m going down on these inner streets
a born and raised lunatic, convict murder man
when them underground n_ggas the f_cking law those who don’t understand
[verse 6: bukshot]
execution on yo knees, you dealing with the realest
gangster tactics living bad
law_breaking heartless chitlins
thugs stepping packing weapons, attacking like a shark
but you’ll never see us coming cause we lurking in the dark
on the streets of j.c. me to the depths of the field
mobbing with them ruff side playas (yeah), these intentions to k!ll
anybody trying to get they hands on my pot
but i baked that motherf_cker and the baker says you got

[verse 7]
move with me and move with me
i don’t want the key
move a man
b_tch you need to relax, a hundred stacks on these
motherf_ck the law
i’d love to see ’em beg (i’d love to see ’em beg)
two to the head, died a b_tch behind your backs
drag my nuts to the feds
a fake 12’s coming up
yeah i know you’re mad i got your son buying double_ux
mini_macs and pumps
chopping halves on my razor blade
ruff side player too as i
f_ck the judge cause he’s b_tch made (b_tch made)
[verse 8]
creeped in they back door slow with the motherf_cking .44
caught him slipping while he was f_cking and put his brains all over his hoe and hit the flo’ (pop take that b_tch)
cause she had the strap (ah sh_t) and the b_tch started blasting at me
stuffed her face into his other wounds and cuff her fingers cause she tried to gat me
grabbed her by her hair (shh)
and tugged as she lived cause she started showing
where the f_ck the three key and fifty gs was cause i knew he was rolling
did it smooth and still cut her throat just for the simple fact, destroying’s part of the pleasure
tripping off blue gel and cognac

[verse 9]
watch me pistol_whip yo kids cause you f_cking with some k!llers (k!lla)
looking for yo partner, he’s in the bottom of the river (river)
concrete shoes cut off if that duty there
i screaming like a b_tch man
burnt ’em with them newports while buk split him with the switchblade
money_made, hit the safe (n_gga), black mask over my face
leather gloves and hollow tips, just another murder case
sucking on some steel (steel)
try saws in yo grill (grill)
ace high, ruff side on the real, the real

[verse 10]
m_i_d west, you better wear yo vest
coming through
what the f_ck you gon’ do when ruff side, who?
ride, homicide as i slide to the right hand lane (lane)
leaving brains, bl__dy windowpanes (panes)
cause things ain’t never gon’ change
busting people f_cking in the game out of seven_nine
caprice two_toned, rings blown
sum up your lot cause i had to get mine
murder sh_t that i wrote (uh), pump you up like toke
and leave you bl__dy in a ditch with your tongue hanging out yo throat

[verse 11]
i got my black mask down
popping around thug, living night i puts in my time
always on the grind n_gga drug dealing
mama tried to tell me (tell me) that there’s a better way (a better way)
but all my bills i pay (pay), and mama i ain’t work today
never trust no b_tch, ruff side my n_gga
real n_ggas stay sl!ck, tight for life
not like you b_tch n_ggas, how can you stop us? (stop us)
midwest representing (midwest)
a_12 soldier (a_12 solider), deep in the game is how i’m living (deep in the game)

[verse 12: bukshot]
grab yo shot, load yo clip
back_to_back, close yo eyes
take temptations, turn around and watch me grin before you die
when it’s over, it’s over
i disrespect by p_ssing on yo tombstone
hit yo crib, take yo dough, f_ck yo b_tch and then i’m gone
which one of you motherf_ckers wanna dance with me?
bad boys move in packs but we move silently
checkmate motherf_ckers, you put me to the test
cause there’s one second left for the time bomb on my chest

- bukshot

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