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Dope D.O.D.
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The Strike
Nigga let's go nigga! Let's get it in, (swag) I'm gonna get it in, shit gonna be craving Shit gonna get crate, extra pills nigga, extra pills Word up, that fucking real Extra pills, extra pills motherfucker! (Time to show these motherfuckers once and for all) Ay yo Reaper, get 'em!
Ay yo, afcourse I'm the big fat boss in this Fuck Rick Ross I got the force of a rhinoceros I'm cautious with awesomeness Niggas start horsing it Mother Fuck, I'ma drag you to corcuses Our power like the parliament, power to the people To the cowards, to the heart of men Arm and leg is what it takes to be part of this Arsenic arsenist I'ma 'bout to start some shit like Martin Laurence did So, we waiting by your door step, in a Corvette I got a big buck knife and a sore head And I'm fuckin' pissed Cutting niggas up, a limp and leave with a lisp, now we off the list Dump dadda, body dumped in Nevada Bloody blue calla crimes, niggas say halla State of Nirvana, only fuck with the enlightened ones We the Titan sons, what you fear that's what I'll become Most definite I'm sicker than the lepresis Well equiped, devils kid, exorcist, sell a bitch Open up the gate and step foot into my hellish pit Do it reveren Just for the hell of it!
So, your girlfriend's pregnant? Get ready for abortion Kicked her in the tummy now she's gonna say we lost 'em You think it's tragic, but I say it's awesome You can count on me and D.O.D. to get the job done You're the lost one never to be found again Oh, your parents think now will this ever end The answers no, cuz I'm only here to torment 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Now your sons dead, text message, I press send Guess what, into hell I will descend Just to meet up with my friends so, we are evil in the end Even lethal with a pen, I be slaying many men And every now and then I make sure there's a dead end
Any rapper out there who dare to compare Well I kick some stairs Will get (Striked, motherfucker!) Any half ass nigga with a plan to get Bigga Dope, D.O.D. did it, cuz we (Strike motherfucker!) We the punks getting drunk, getting high of the skunk While we jump to the funk, cuz we (Strike motherfucker!) Now we don't follow, no hype motherfuckers That's cuz we strike motherfuckers
You dissapear with no trace in the cold days In a storm rave with a blanket of snow flakes Sleep tight, there's a whole life of after death, ahead of you When I strike you go back to bed I reminisce what my dad once said If words don't affect them, smash their heads That's why I keep a crowbar inside the shed And makes sure I ain't get caught when my hands turn red Sometimes it just feels like we're the last ones left That ain't fucking swag boy, you fags, yeah you heard of me I took over rap and I ain't half way thirty Swallowing the scene, like a healf-dead kirby Gangsta or nerdy, there is no equivalent We struck the game with a force that is militant I ain't fly but I spit fire I might fly in a spitfire, blast at you dick writers Choke you out with a thick wire, oh yeah It's time for the blow torch and pliers again Hit 'em with the strike till the black out Then bail with the dough and return to the crackhouse
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