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phear – blastin’ كلمات اغاني

yo yo what’s up?
it’s lil’ mono boy and he’s psycho sick,
so spit it one time and make it hit!!

phear is feared all across the land,
got my mind on these haters and a pistol in my hand.(uh huh)
i’m lil’ mono b-tch and i thump to b-ss,(boomp)
trench is my bro and he’ll smack ya face. (ptch)
and put you in your place and leave ya for dead,
he’s also f-ckin’ known for puttin’ slugs in your head. (boo-bow)
or he’ll grab the mechetti, so get ready,
c-ck back and slice ya m-th-f-ckin’ -ss up like freddy. (ftt-ftt)
don’t get scared when we come through “bustin'”,
ya all gonna die so don’t bother “duckin'”.
ya m-th-f-ckin’ wife better stop b-tchin’,
or i’ll come over there and slice her neck up like a chicken.(bu-kowk)
oh, that’s slim wit’ an a.k. to his face,
don’t make me kill ’em too and spray his brains all over the place.
i told ya slim, shoulda kept that thing put away,
i guess that’ll teach ya not to let me play with a “k”

blast first n-gg- ask questions last
it’s survival of the fittest till it ain’t none left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
servin’ heat up on these streets and the remainder is deaf

lil’ mono gave me a mic so i’ma do this right,
and if ya tryna step on that then i might take your life.
i’m always wrongin’ my rights and i’m wrightin’ my wrongs,
i put a rhyme in my rap where it don’t belong.
and we down with the rydas, hoods in black trucks,
and if ya tryna hate on that, then you can suck my nuts.
and i know i’m phresh, cuz i’m ’bout to be famous,
cuz i don’t rap nothin’ like that f-ggot slim -n-s.(hi my name is)
if he f-cks wit’ my boys he’ll be sleepin’ wit’ the fishes,
in another two-weeks he’ll be back to washin’ dishes.
cuz he ain’t sh-t, he’ll never blast,
so i’ma blast first and ask questions last.

blast first n-gg- ask questions last
it’s survival of the fittest till it ain’t none left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
servin’ heat up on these streets and the remainder is deaf
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
it’s survival of the fittest till it ain’t none left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
servin’ heat up on these streets and the remainder is deaf

go head break it down.
i got clown luv goin’ out to the whole city,
i see a skull tattoo on ya womans t-tty.
cuz that’s my brand, so how ya gonna front that,
if ya got sh-t to say i’m pullin’ out myt gat.(bddddddt)
and start sprayin’ m-th-f-ckaz all up in they face,
then i see your blood rainin’ all over the place.
now let’s talk about fame and fortune for a minute,
i stole your car stereo and my tape was in it.
and it’s a karaoke played out piece of sh-t,
but your still ridin’ through the hood b-mpin’ it.
at least you was,(hey) ’till i jacked your sh-t,
then i sold your sh-t, then i stole your b-tch.(ha ha!)

blast first n-gg- ask questions last
i got a mic in my hand and a 40 in my left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
phears up in the house and we’re gettin’ def
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
it’s survival of the fittest till it ain’t none left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
servin’ heat up on these streets and the remainder is deaf

we comin’ up wit’ new sh-t everyday,
so listen m-th-f-cka put your mic away.
now your moma wont like us but your daddy might,
if he’s down wit’ the rydas and he b-mps at night.
cuz we’re phear b-tch and we ain’t about frontin’,
we’ll spit on your b-tch, and tell that hoe she ain’t nothin’.
so go ahead step to me and be a hater,
cuz i’ma blast first, and ask questions later.

blast first n-gg- ask questions last
i got a mic in my right and a 40 in my left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
phears up in the house and we’re gettin’ def
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
i got a mic in my hand and a blunt in my left
blast first n-gg- ask questions last
phears up in the house and we’re gettin’ def

i wear a blue bandanna to represent my home,
so don’t ask questions b-tch, i’m not alone.
cuz i’m down wit’ the rydas black trucks that b-mp,
and we takin’ all the haters and we buck! buck! buck!
if i’m grabbin’ on my pistol then i might get happy,(ha-ha)
so don’t make me bust another cappy in ya pappy.
always on the underground cuz we wont go soft,
and if ya mama grabs my record better tell her to step off.
cuz this sh-ts rare it ain’t for everyone,
so i’m spittin’ on the mic and ya better run.
and i don’t do drugs, well nothin’ hard,
cuz i ain’t goin’ back to the county yard.
i don’t run from the cops or pay ’em no attention,
so listen m-th-f-ckaz cuz i think i need to mention.
don’t be stealin’ my flow or jockin’ my flava,
or i’ma blast first b-tch and ask questions later.
hoe!

- phear

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