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mr. voodoo - nobody's rappin like this كلمات الأغنية

mr. voodoo – “n0body’s rappin like this”
[emcee(s): mr. voodoo]
[producer(s): looie ii]
[scratches: looie ii]

[intro: mr. voodoo]
yo. y’all know who it is. i ain’t gotta tell y’all n-ggas. word. yo. and, oh yeah, this ain’t, this ain’t underground, n-ggas. nah, nah, man, you gotta, you gotta put this sh-t in a whole different category, man. you gotta put agu in a whole different category from them n-ggas. check it out. i’ma show you

[verse 1: mr. voodoo]
can’t
none of y’all ride on agu. bandwagons and d-cks
the only riding y’all do. i got the magic stick
i will slide in your boo. my magnum kicks and puts
grains of leads inside of you—brain and head divide in two
a funeral in hospital bed they’ll provide for you
you weak chumps are fakers. i tote steel
leave you with more lumps than quaker oatmeal
y’all purple and yellow, but ain’t lakers, do windmills
and backspins, but ain’t breakers. i rock steady
with a heckler & koch, i’m deadly. y’all
cannot dead me—i’m not ready. it’s a gunshot medley
like b-tches, i like my guns hot and heavy. in
my hand, it stops pulse rates. bucking n-ggas, it pulsates
on p-ssy-f-cking n-ggas, usually the result’s hate
when i pull a trigger, bust straight into a n-gga, frus-
-trating to a n-gga like he up in -ss until he splash
i’ll beat up and slash, take your reup and stash. you
weak f-cks be trash, same old weak stuff rehashed. don’t need
a hit song—a 5th long’ll heat up this bash
ditch the chrome, pick my feet up and dash
‘til i get home, kick my feet up and crash
watch about it on a news 3 flash
fine a b-tch for the gr-ss, make mami mash
f-ck with agu, y’all gon’ “hurt” yourself like johnny cash

[hook: samples with scratches by looie ii]
“what, kid? you talk a good one” – sample from prodigy on mobb deep – “shook ones pt. ii”
“n0body rapping like this” – sample from mr. voodoo on natural elements – “live it up”
“what, kid? you talk a good one” – sample from prodigy on mobb deep – “shook ones pt. ii”
“n0body rapping like this” – sample from mr. voodoo on natural elements – “live it up”
“what, kid? you talk a good one” – sample from prodigy on mobb deep – “shook ones pt. ii”
“n0body rapping like this” – sample from mr. voodoo on natural elements – “live it up”
“what, kid? you talk a good one” – sample from prodigy on mobb deep – “shook ones pt. ii”
“n0body rapping like this” – sample from mr. voodoo on natural elements – “live it up”
“but you don’t want it” – sample from prodigy on mobb deep – “shook ones pt. ii”

[verse 2: mr. voodoo]
i know
n-ggas from out in bk never left their block
let alone been out of bk. weapons c-cked, quick
to let the chrome heat spray. hear them shots
run a race like a relay—no instant replay
the spot you get shot be the place you rot and decay
either you slang rock, rap, or got a sweet j
like the late great b.i.g. say, “it come to yay”
i cut and create more scratch then a dj
empty pockets make me hungrier. f-ck bullets
empty rockets—you implode like the sp-ce shuttle columbia
the sh-t i ain’t had made my brain insane and mad
training my sons to use guns like i’m [?] dad
‘cause where i’m from, n-ggas young as them african kids
in zaire gun-blast and train for warfare
come through with clappers, smoke you in a barber’s chair
and all you rappers in the same boat—you harbor fear
you don’t want no problems here. i ain’t a sucker. i’m
[?] i draw guns and paint motherf-ckers, re-
-acquaint motherf-ckers with jehovah, leave ‘em in white sheets
like toga, and twist their b-tches like tantric yoga. the
semantics is over. with the antics of a cobra, take
the grants, chicks, and globe, grams, bricks—man, it’s over
i damage a challenger. you’re just a .25
against a .45—man, you just ain’t my caliber

[outro: mr. voodoo]
yeah, n-ggas. word up, man. i ain’t come to make friends—we ain’t friends. i ain’t come to make friends—i came to make ends, you nah’mean? you see me at the show, give me my props or whatever, and let me go on about my business—that’s it, man. word. i ain’t here to make friends—this is war, n-ggas. war. i’m out to crush everybody. f-ck that. let’s do this

- mr voodoo

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