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paris (rap) - buck, buck, pass كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i was told, because i didn’t witness the jump off
i was sick even ‘fore i got my first cough
i was cold and black and made for k!llin’
with no conscience or feelings
just like the million other burners that’s just like me
-ssembly line made k!llers for the murder and bleedin’
got my first taste loaded when they tried to test me
exploded on the first one, caught him in his chest
that’s what a gat’s made of
knowin’ i’m the hate that hate made, and regulate anyone
equalize, neutralize any situation
any cat runnin’ up, any confrontation
i was put into a room with the rest of us
with the rest of us, ready to bust
many rounds, any town, any city or state
never rest, any contest, sealin’ your fate
no mistake, i only come out when talkin’s done
after squawkin’ some, and never run
never foolin’ and ya just might lose, black steel in the hour
give the power to the average dude shootin’
clik clak boom, that’s the rule
clear the room, when i move ’em, cause confusion
known for retribution, ain’t no mercy, it’s murder
i burn ’em and hurt ’em no further words necessary

[verse 2]
guess i p-ssed the first test ‘cause they shipped me out
extra clips and a grip quick to whip me out
turn nerds and these teenagers into k!llers
overseas in afghanistan, every village
i would go from being cold to warm, to hot quick
if anybody wanted some, it’s on
once dumped on a whole neighborhood for fun
even shoot you in your back it i caught your -ss runnin’
little kids and they mamas too
might pick ya little man off the roof, who’s who
don’t matter cause they all look the same to me
the blood splatter on the concrete stains and claims the streets
no peace from this piece
i squeeze em and beat ’em, feed ’em slugs when the lugs get dumped
it’s no reasoning, it’s no use pleading, it’s open season
we defeat ’em when this heater get heated i bleed ’em and leave ’em

[verse 3]
made it back in one piece fasho
but can’t say the same for the homeboy that brought me home
he was off on that ptsd
the ptsd was keepin’ him tweakin’ and testy
‘fore long for we was hittin’ the streets
bloodshed wasn’t nothin’ to me, we street sweepin’ with no relief
full metal jacket as we pump and dump ’em and stack ’em
let’s get it crackin’
be the first to burst, now who’s the last to last, i blast them
to ashes, and fill they little caskets fast
that’s what i do, that’s my job, i was made for the beef
k!llin’ off all these young black men and causing grief
oakland, frisco, detroit, la, chicago
that’s where i go
from city to city, backyard to yard, even newtown connecticut
but now ya wanna ban my clips, hypocrites
never gave a d-mn about a black teen dyin’
quit lyin’
take me down to your neighborhood buy back
they so scared, they don’t want to see me try that
but it’s so many more like me
we multiply, never die, we exist to feed
we exist in america from corporate greed
in the midst of the fake fear, lyin’ and evil
even got the police turnin’ on each other
blap a pig with that “get back,” run for cover
now it’s all bad, funny how it’s all bad
when the tables turn, got ’em shakin’ till they fall back
and ya better hope that we don’t come for ya
nra, lapierre, get ’em done for ya
never thought we would come back and gun for ya
pull the hammer smooth back and then dump for ya

[interlude]
“most of the shootings took place in poor neighborhoods, far from downtown and tourist attractions; one reason much of the city seems to be shrugging its shoulders.”

[hook]
we bring the, pain to make ya bend
no thing to, make ya, understand
just blast it, p-ss it, on again
keep it movin’ when we
buck, buck, p-ss
don’t fight, no, we blow, holes in them
we might go, psycho, soldier then
just line the, sight up, hold the grip
keep it shootin’ when we
buck, buck, p-ss
we bring the, pain to make ya bend
no thing to, make ya, understand
just blast it, p-ss it, on again
keep it movin’ when we
buck, buck, p-ss
don’t fight, no, we blow, holes in them
we might go, psycho, soldier then
just line the, sight up, hold the grip
keep it shootin’ when we
buck, buck, p-ss

- paris rap

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