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tech n9ne - gunz will bust كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i know you know this is kansas city
where n-gg- life don’t mean sh-t
so step to and immediately get yo dome split
i pack heat for days run street wit k’s and hollow’s
on a concrete crusade you made the pill now swallow
you never thought tomorrow
you see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump
searchin’ for the n-gg-s on a hunt
jerkin’ on the trigga when i dump
it’s not a game dude my killaz will mangle
anything in my range fool
when hatin’ get framed moved
we play the same rules
bussin’ all 32 shot
lookin’ to murder you
glock they never heard of you
shocked that i’m comin’ servin’ you
snug brim get flashin’ innocent til i’m provin’ guilty
snug brim get to blast in
and f-ck the homicide charge i got expazito
a mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz’
you know the steelo real n-gg-s never talk just listen
this deuce sh-t comin’ wit heat up out the kitchen

[chorus]
rough n-gg-s in the street will bust 4 the bread
and meat deuce 57th street and 7 deuce be packin’ heat punks
get the f-ck away from we, for we buckin’ these m-th- f-ckin’ g.u.n.z.

dem no won f-ck with us
4 what i believe i will die
dem no won f-ck with us
if any hataz wanna try
hands gon throw gunz with bust

real n-gg-s run the streets with they gats up
everything you got and owns getting’ sn-tched up

[verse 2]
if you’re my enemy my energy
your rhymes are elementary get lost in penitentiaries
when i begin this century so mention me
and imma heat the track up if it’s loo of you demons
i suggest you go get back up

load the mac up don’t slack up imma act up on
any m-th- f-cka that think he got his clown suit on get
stepped on destroy your mind you’re wasting your time
cause when i spit a f-cking rhyme i got a million in line

to listen to me, a b-tch to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off clip
that’ll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can’t maintain
better slow your roll boy money hungry ain’t no ho boy
that’s for sure boy and ya know boy i’ll whip your -ss like four boys

you’re a decoy i’m the real thang i’m a genius you’re a pea brain
get p-ssed on and whipped on so who you talkin’ sh-t on imma spit on
any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul
from under me but i got a lifetime warranty

[chorus]

[verse 3]
skatterman cat
persistantly dirty
from kc
where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short
i call snug and just give him the word he take ya face
before he tell on me they’ll get him 4 purgery
hustla’s shoot sh-t
rob sh-t
loot sh-t
hard core convicts
mob sh-t
if you snitch, killin’em on tech’s new sh-t (new sh-t)
dude we crossin’ the color line
nuff money
nuff weed
make a tuff n-gg- colorblind
we rap 4 curb servers
that hop in and out of cars
rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers
that pop in and out of bars
d12, strange music, rogue dogs
regime, duce click, doe boyz, yong gunz
same team
same beams
n-gg-s that a split ya cherries
vigilanty’s m-th- f-ckas with permits to carry
b-tch you scary
f-ck you and that b-tch you married
cross anyone i named
that sh-t will get you buried

[chorus]

[verse 4]
it’s all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump
chumps get a lump when i dump tonks 4 the bianks
gump wanna thump over pumps and a b-mp

rumps get it krunk when i skunk runts
imma munk what you bunk n-gg-s want f-ck
what you thunk you get sunk in and trunk

f-ck that we done heard and took enough cr-p
trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps
i’m tryin’ to touch scratch and bring my h-ll to parties and
for the last time m-th- f-ck vell bakardi

you cannot rap with me scr-p with me
n-gg- to the back of me catastrophe
hits yo sh-ts raggedy it had to be this tragedy sh-t
suck it up don’t be mad at me b-tch i’m glad to be rich
you gets none with that f-goty pitch

imma ex poppin’ shroom droppin’ rock and roll star
you’s a no coppin’ ho stalkin’ drunk and a old fart it’s a shame
think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the b-tches
don’t wanna f-ck a black herpe nose n-gg-

this is it yaw, dump this p-ssy off i a pit dog
doe stackin’ and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw
so take the chicken exit, technina’s wh-ssup
next time grown folks talkin’ you shut the f-ck up

- tech n9ne

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