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dj zirk – shit popz off كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: mr. tinimaine]

things are becomin’ clearer
as i look in the mirror
my life is flashin’ before my face
i’m drunk and i’m high off that skunk
and i’m packin’ the funk, two 15’s bump in my trunk
my n_ggas they robbin’, they here
they know that i’m bumpin’, grabbin’ my [?]
e.a.s.t m.e.m.p.h.i.s is to control
robbin’ through the night
scoping b_tches during the day
creepin’ on these slippin’ b_tches
that i bailed and keeps me payed
1996, listen to my mission
this is the jealous punk b_tches, them n_ggas that wanna step on me get crippled by that n_gga that came from new [?]
robbin’ you so clean
smoke on a square
put your hands up in the air
’cover detects’ on the chevy
he claim that he [?] and he’s gonna tell it
ask me for air on the flow
then i heard a knock on the front door
police and narcotics looking for me
grabbin’ a [?], jump out the window
i’m [?] the scene cause they’ll never catch me

look into my eyes
what you see it’s death, it’s time to die
“tinimaine why you so violent?”
“cause these n_ggas steady tryin’.”
roguish like a motherf_cker
if i see anything_i_like, i take
stangin’ like a dragonfly
i caught you slippin’ and break your sh_t

[verse 2: buckshot]

sh_t pops off
i ripped off, the shirt, with the sawed_off
i bought off, screaming, buckshot the outlaw
i stop, cause, i hear a paramedic and the coppers
i watch their every move, on the roof with my binoculars
the streets are blood_bound by the n_gga, that i tagged
i’ve never seen a ghetto without pigs and body_bags
life is cashin’ b_tches, i hope n0body snitches
motherf_ck a witness, i got three dug ditches
who’s on that ass with a lyrical format
executing death moves like liu kang on mortal kombat
what’s happenin’, i’m dead in hoes spots
servin’ bullets hard, like a dealer with a ready rock

fanatical [?]
straight jackin’ existence
pushin’ me to the limit, which adds to my persistence
i’m knockin’ motherf_ckers off the map
keep your strap handy, cause this sh_t ain’t just a rap

[verse 3: lil kane]

1996, throwin’ blows, at you hoes, layin’ smoked out in the chevy
[?], you ain’t know, it’s the kane and i’m bumpin’ like i [?] a glassbox of 215’s
clean on the scene, smoking green
with my n_gga big ? i would never fall, east side n_ggas so d_mn down, we could take them all
so don’t you trick be thinking you can come up in my hood
and talk that sh_t like you gon’ shake some, this is understood
all my folks are so d_mn strapped, ready to lay you down
put them gauges on your ass, boy don’t make me clown
cause them robbers tryna f_ck sh_t up, f_ck with your n_gga kane and [?]

[verse 4: primo]

yo, catch this [?], as i brace it d(z)own to you l(z)ames, ain’t no t(z)hang, pop your nuts and i’ma have to split your wig man
before you jump, why would you try, knowing that i’m too d_mn high, feelin’ the dope, miss can’t you cope, best bring it on hoe or die
before i reached out and grabbed her, i ain’t let miss suzy slap ya
unload the anger from the chamber, now your f_cking life’s in danger
jackin’ like, you sprung, you gon’ get about my chrome
but you feel the need and proceed and i’ma make you lay it down
trick, them gangsta n_ggas on a mission to make big biz, i’m so high
as i fly, as i get filled off my sk!lls
[?], [?] with that bucksh_t, but you better chill and slow your road and pay them gangstas your [?] now

come on down
if again i flex, when i break necks
i got tension on the back, zirk, now where them n_ggas at?
really though, if you didn’t know, your brain must be slow
as i swerve on your curb and bring the pain to your hoe

[verse 5: 187]

another motherf_cking morning on the block with these rocks again
tryna reach my goal, no one knows, how i get em in
n_ggas call me crazy cause i keep my sh_t all to myself
sell a fool a dream, that’s how i scheme, just like nicotine
some call it compton in the north, one for my ni(gga)s
south memphis bound, all the time, [?]
mr. 187, do i be all about my juice, hustlin’ motherf_ckers from the start, i’m gon cut them loose

down with the mound, i don’t know who just my roadies be
some are with them crosses how i know that they won’t cross me?
better cross me straight and leave me dead, dump me in a ditch
better not half step in cause if i live, i’m gon handle it

- dj zirk

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