Team Napalm
Team Napalm - Picture That songtekst
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[Intro: Islord] Who the, who the, yo, who the, yo, who the, yo [Chorus 2X: Islord] Who the fuck said we fell off, picture that Everytime we come, kid, we come correct And still on the run up, on your set, swift techs Cuz niggas is some real fucking vets [Islord] Let me ask ya'll niggas a question What the fuck was ya'll niggas thinking Going up against me, kid? Don't you know, kid, I put end to careers, do, kid So who gassed ya'll, who put batteries in ya'll backs For ya'll to step up to get viciously attacked By this animal, who tears the heart, challenge challengers everyday Everywhere I go, everywhere I be, I tear the hearts out of challengers, kid And you definetly, ain't no different, who the fuck is you? I put one, two, three, four, five, six, clips, them slugs in ya muthafucking crew Bitch ass nigga, get slapped nigga Going against my muthafucking style, nigga Cuz I'm straight from Staten Island Where niggas be wilding, Killah Hill 10304 Where shit is crazy raw, like the meat market I hang niggas up like targets Then put four-five slugs in they hearts, kid [Dom Pachino] Fuck it, dump the whole clip, then sink they whole ship Don't even feel the pain, when they fucking with this Misfits, pull out some grenades and start launching and shit These weapons ain't silent, they noisy and shit These little faggot ass bitch niggas Say the name Killarm', and see a ditch, niggas Ya'll in trouble, you are fucking with a rich nigga I'm waiting for the paper, work to go through The whole'll Team be mobile If we see you round the hood, we gon' show you Don't let that mouth, sign checks, that the ass can't cash Keep the heat in the stash, if he drive, don't keep the heat in the dash Kid, keep it on you, little faggots dissin' Dom P., the street done warned you You are fucking with some bredren man, nobody knows you You reap what you sow, nigga, and you will be seen [Chorus 2X]