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bukshot - slum life كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: bukshot]
show ’em how it’s done like a kamikaze
bodies in the trunk of my homie villies maserati
evidence we got ’em (got ’em)
pictures like the paparazzi never met somebody like me kinda like a jewish n_z_
welcome to the freak show
delusional and crucifix
juggalos and weirdos, i brought krayzie bone we ludicrous
bring them plastic bodybags to dump ’em in don’t let ’em breathe
i got something for ya looking forward till the day we meet
claiming that you’re gangster, talking all that weaponry
now your head bashed, master homie you ain’t scared of me
what you fail to realize, i got k!llers out here in the street
they not scared to take your family out and do it indiscrete
b_tch i’ll rep the underground
you can take the industry and shove it up yo ass every time someone decides to mention me
something isn’t right, off in my head i’m talking mentally
pull my trigger, i predict the murder of the century

[chorus: crucifix]
t_take off and give me (off and give me)
just one last time (just one last time)
to say this talking (to say this talking)
by taking mine (by taking mine)
load up them burners (load up them burners)
then burn a path
put a couple bullets a motherf_cker, leave ’em in a bodybag, i chalk it up to this slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
i’m ’bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
i’m ’bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
i’m ’bout the slum life
take it or leave it, but better believe that the sh_t that i’m breathing’ll leave you bleeding and none life (none life)
[verse 2: krayzie bone]
better back up off me (off me)
n_gga never go softly boy i stop your heartbeat
while you all in the streets yelling out what you finna do to me in the middle of your speech i’ma sweep you off your feet to sleep
f_cking with these dubs
keep thinking y’all don’t bleed blood
and i’ma make you a believer, pop_pop
would you receive a, a motherf_cking bullet from a automatic pistol?
hit you, him to
and all of the rest of them n_ggas that you got with ya
i’m collective in crime
but surprise n_gga, i get live
jumping up outta that buggy dumping, i’m finna show these n_ggas a little something, repping sh_t but thug life
n_gga don’t test mine, tryna run mine
built like my mother, n_ggas say “ball” (ball)
we show ’em the gun line (gun line)
steppin’ in the line of fire, boy if you want to (what you gon’ do?)
and the n_gga gon’ be on yo ass like skunks funk, pew
i grab my d_ck let my leg sw_ng from my thang (sw_ng from my thang)
if you’s and anybody k!lling n_gga, let the bullets rain
they’ll be pulling my string cause if ya ain’t you done got into some sh_t
with the thuggish (thuggish), ruggish (ruggish), bl__dy (bl__dy) murder clique (bl__dy murder)

[chorus: crucifix]
t_take off and give me (off and give me)
just one last time (just one last time)
to say this talking (to say this talking)
by taking mine (by taking mine)
load up them burners (load up them burners)
then burn a path
put a couple bullets a motherf_cker, leave ’em in a bodybag, i chalk it up to this slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
i’m ’bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
i’m ’bout the slum life (slum life, slum life, slum life)
i’m ’bout the slum life
take it or leave it, but better believe that the sh_t that i’m breathing’ll leave you bleeding and none life (none life)
[verse 3: delusional]
i don’t even live on earth (earth)
i live in a sp_ce station (station)
i live this motherf_cking life you live it in a playstation (station)
delusional with the sawed off, leatherface and bukshot
if you can’t tell by the names you should already know they’ll be ready to bust glocks
but not too close to home, the streets is on fire (fire)
i’ll be merking off every b_tch every hater that try me with the
wire (oh sh_t)
i see a police (police)
but i’m hoping to god that they can’t see me
work under me like i work a nine to five (five)
police got me twice, now i’m on my grind (grind)
never shun a motherf_cker ’bout the enemies and them so_called friends
cause money’s a sl_t, she’ll always f_ck you in the end
ready to merk yo ass, we ready to merk yo ass
pistol be smoking like burning perp on glass
roll right fast
yeah that’s what i like to see (see)
a couple of bodies leaking blood all into the streets (streets)
and no i won’t speak, so i ain’t the one to talk to
bodies is fresh like period blood on my boxers (ha)

- bukshot

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