Niggas Got Me Fucked Up — текст песни (The Kaze)

Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
These niggaz got me fucked up
These niggaz got me fucked up
These niggaz got me fucked up
[These hoes got me fucked up]
These niggaz got me fucked up
These niggaz got me fucked up
These niggaz got me fucked up
[These niggaz got me fucked up]

Project Pat [DJ Paul]:
The murderers, robbers, here I go again y`all
Triple Six don` came up when I was in the pen y`all
Weak rappin`, lip flappin` niggaz, make `em suck a dick
Project Pat, I`m in this bitch, Kaze niggaz runnin` shit
Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis
Kidnappin` muthafuckaz, stick a burl in his lips
Kiss from the Mosberg, send him to another world
Blew his ass off, body floppin` with the bloody curls
Sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause I show no love
Suckaz like to fight, but the Pastor like to shoot them slugs
Scrubs talkin` shit, just like hoes when I ain`t, lookin`
All in a mac, conversation get your life tooken
Lookin` for some back up, trick you just star prayin`
Project never slack so, bitch I`ma start sprayin`
Layin` muthafuckaz in the ground, show `em how I clown
[Them hoes gon` die tonight man] It`s whatever man, you know I`m down

Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)

[ScanMan]
Watch, yourself, or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death
Bendin` red, from the blood you bled, spittin` from your head
Let `em burn, cause you fucked with this, killeristic clique
With no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a killa bitch
One, Two, Three, Four
Wrap your hand arond his throat
Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly
`Til he starts to gasp for beathe
Pain, I know he feels, cause I feel it though my body
But it`s lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children
So, now the end is near
ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail
It`s my 9 to your door
So fuck your friends and your foes
So now you feel me, nigga
Now tell me who`s the fuckin` killa behind the trigga
It`s Scan fuckin` Man, with the demons crazed in his soul
But you bitches still don`t hear me though, so...

Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)

[MC Mack]
Playa hatin` cross the nation, got me facin` situations
So many so called friends washed down the drain,
through trial and tribulations
Hastin`, wastin` all your time,
tryin` to splurge your anna, come and test this Mack
What all my boys don` done, it`s did, bet these hollow tips got my back
Dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack,
whether it`s either fact or fiction
Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique,
got all you hoes in stitches
Never tryin` to brag or boast
but whoever closest to you, gon` suffer the most
I earn my fame and fortune, gettin` respect bitch, coast to coast
For you cluckers it`s true I hate ya, I won`t bown down to nay nigga
I don` came to far to look back now trick
You couldn`t fade me with some clippers
Tryin` to tempt my fuckin` flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection
Groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin` open like an affection
Crumb snatchin`, paper chasin`, I`m doin` whatever to reach the top
It`s your name that gotta get scratched
Yes it`s your ass that gotta get popped
Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what
Retaliation is a must, a Mack for life, I gotta bust, that`s fucked up



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