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e.s.g. – boss hawg كلمات اغاني

(-talking-)
mic check mic check, my mic on
yo, i wanna make sure this motherf-cker on
so i can tell all these b-tch -ss n-ggas
it’s a new world order, wreckshop n-gga
wreckshop n-gga

[hook]
man we put it down, man we put it down
known to bust a n-gga head, if he wanna clown
man we put it down, man we put it down
so motherf-ck the fed’s and them hoes, this our town
n-gga we the boss hoggs, the top dogs
back against the wall, we gon still stand tall
n-gga we the boss hoggs, the top dogs
back against the wall, we gon still stand tall, f-ck y’all

[chikkenhawk]
you motherf-ckers pack a pistol, we launch nuclear missiles
incinerate all adversaries, till we accomplish our mission
all you playa haters talking, you dead men walking
call us wreckshop executioners, like -ss-ssins we stalking
and i’m the n-gga that’s chikkenhawk’n, hunt you down and cloudy skies
with a machete under my wing, chopping you n-ggas down to size
looking for screens and rise, putting the fear in your eyes
and your heart i know you scared, b-tch you better run and hide
write your last will and testament, kiss your family goodbye
make your peace motherf-cker, cause of your hating you die
you tried to steal our game, but these years you can’t fade
it’s wreckshop and southside, from the cradle to the grave
chikkenhawk and sean pymp, e.s.g. is the captain
go hard to calculate, and make big money with the rapping
and i’ll never take a loss, that i can’t take right back
i’m boss hogging and regulating, busting heads with the strap

[hook]

[sean pymp]
n-gga i’m down like a dump truck, on fo’ flats
got you living paranoid, like your brain’s on crack
keep on gunning bustas running, like a hundred yard dash
cause i rat-tat-tat-tat, on that funky b-tch -ss
unleashing terror to the game, from the pressures on brain
b-tches eating off my name, trying to feed off my fame
but f-ck you b-tches, cause y’all ain’t sh-t
bouncing on my d-ck, like a pogo stick
or mr. 16-shotti, pull up k!lluminati
keep bouncing part the body, fed up like teriyaki
sauce when i floss, i ain’t taking no loss
you paid the cost to be the boss, but i’ma break yo -ss off
i’m taking all that there, and all this here
cleaning household motherf-ckers, like i’m mr. belvedere
or major benson, cause n-gga sean pymp’n
you run your d-mn mouth, there’s gonna be a d-mn lynching

[hook]

[e.s.g.]
you gon feel me now when i come through the do’
see me strapped, with a big 4-4
that everyday street gangsta, ain’t taking that bullsh-t no mo’
but f-ck you po-po’s, you h0m-s don’t think it’s hard to get ya
this rap game ain’t the only way, to go to war wit ya
sixteen bars don’t split you, what about sixteen slugs
multiply that by two, i’m coming with 32 thugs
chop your -ss to the nub, ain’t no crip or no blood
but i can tackle a n-gga, right in front of the club
and if i drop my glock, i’m acting like i’m in a cell block
leave a p-ssy in your head, from a lock in the sock
now i’m a go-getter n-gga, like that’s the man he on rocks
local rappers get paranoid, they can’t stand when i drop
i leave they brain sets god, i’m so god d-mn hard
they looking a god d-mn shotgun house, in 3rd ward
they broke down your crew, i hate to tell you
but cynthia cooper, is more motherf-cking man than you

[hook]

(-talking-)
so now and forever, n-gga from the cradle to the grave
is the only way you gon feel me, said you wanna k!ll me
motherf-cker, and that’s real

- e s g

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