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lord tariq and peter gunz - massive heat كلمات الأغنية

kurupt:uh, pg
verse 1: peter gunz
i walk holdin my b-lls,
about an inch from the wall,
keep hips hypnotized as if
my name was biggie smalls, your girls are docced dip in,
n-gg- keep a headlock,
trust gunz with your wife?
motherf-cker bet not, sleep on peter g,
peas don’t eevr doubt it,
>from here to new orleans,
i’ll improve ’em, bout it bout it,
when a days i do a michael,
to the days of being jailed,
cl-ss with thoughts that kept
my fresh mind stale,

bridge: peter gunz and kurupt
now, who you know
with the new york,
that keeps a brother respect
>from california like i’m
snoop doggy dogg?

peter gunz:
well, i’m pete gunny gunz,
for plenty ammo ammo,
shove this pipe in yo wife,
and watch her voice hit soprano,
i got rhymes, c-ck mine,
just sh-ts naughty gimmick,
that n-gg- that raps about it
but he do it in a minute,
got schemes that’ll break yo wealth,
break yo health,
you see me comin n-gg-,
just break yourself, (break yourself)
a bronx tails like deniro
the girl call me, “hero”,
bust a kids’ in the mouth in a 15-0-0,
playas play on,
hatas hate on,
put my weight on,
hit yo b-tch off,
and then i skate on,
lay on, me,
nigags can’t touch this,
try to rush this? (sh-t)
f-ck this,
get the f-ck out of here, (you know what i’m sayin?)

chorus: kurupt
this is for my n-gg-s,
holdin down the street,
sellin guns hand to hand,
under m-ssive heat,
cause a n-gg- got to do,
what he gots to do,
so if you that type of n-gg-,
then it’s just for you,
all my guns,
swingin n-gg-s from l.a.to new york,
who ain’t havin it?let the picture spray
and we talk,
cause a n-gg- got to do,
what he gots to do,
so if you that type of n-gg-,
then it’s just for you

verse 2: sticky fingaz
this is the facsimile,
you bout to get that -ss faxed,
this is simple,
and beat with bast,
i got a little somethin somethin,
for all you cats,
and all you fleas,
and all you cs, (all y’all)
midnight dark,
c-ck back the spark,
it starts sparkin,
and everything’s dark,
and i know where them n-gg-s is at,
there they go,
gettin hit like, “where the homies at?
where they go?”
yeah n-gg-,
left all alone in the zone,
where heads are flown back,
bone flown in the zone,
terrors, dripemental,
tight and gigantic,
t-tanium, subterrainium,
t-tanic, it’s all loose,
vanish and run ’em down, (what?)
peter gun and the down,
full pound, full round,
tariq stack the pockets of his pants,
rob a fringah, (what?)
that’s what you get
for f-cking with n-gg-s with
sticky fingaz, (yeah, yeah)
i though about it,
and naw, i don’t doubt it,
might get us,
but don’t f-ck with us,

verse 3: peter gunz:
gunz (7x)
movin and groovin
and showin (fade)
ay yo i blast in the door,
everybody get the f-ck down,
anybody move is gettin f-cked down,
kurupt pull the truck round,
blindfolded gag these n-gg-s,
grab these n-gg-s,
they move bodybag these n-gg-s,
that’s when they start b-tchin,
like, “he said it, and he said it”,
what the funny sh-t about it (yo)
they both gettin get it,
do you head it?
it’s a lot fish,
you might see the t-tanic,
in this gigantic,
but you’re dead n-gg- in
five minutes

verse 4: lord tariq
ay yo gunz,i bust him in the mouth,
give him new meaning to
“bite the bullet”,
if he flips, i won’t think,
i react just pull it,
got to take 22 full clips,
c-ck it back to you,
next silly you,
i’m killin you,
you gettin blessed by the l-o,
say h-llo to my big partner,
yo with this heavy metal,
i’m a rock ya,
i tell yo f-ckin block, bring your guns,
ya bring your goons,
and i’m killin all 9 of y’all motherf-ckers,

chorus

lord tariq:
ay yo i see 9 n-gg-s,
i got 9 shots, i gots to stay low,
n-gg-s know me from
robbin spots,
better be get my rec on,
got my vest on,
my sh-t is reinforced,
stick enough to stop teflon,
they got about a key,
in the corner,
they sittin in a 3,
in a quarter,
on the way of the manslaughter,
so i approach the man,
the keys to the car, cash and the c-ke,
get the f-ck on the floor,
or get smoked motherf-cker,
starin at the trees on my trucker,
jumped in the 3, i hit a bruptner,
i must’ve been doing about 80,
some n-gg-s gave chasin a mercedes,
i’m laughin, (haha)
c-cked my nine, and start blastin,
six to the chest,
for being swift with the tongue,
now you use a garbage bag,
for a lung,
you can’t f-ck with a gun,
i’ve been in this game since ’81,
lord tariq and peter gunz y’all done

- lord tariq and peter gunz

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