Slick Rick

Slick Rick - Kill Niggaz songtekst

Je score:

(But you must Rick) I can't  I can't manage
 (But you must Rick) Ah  shit

 Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason  vision
 Releasin' me a basket case from prison   Pissed
 Blood feenin'  the villain like 'Wassup ya'll'
 Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em
 Misleadin' a bit  although proceedin' a hit
 I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardise my freedom for shit
 Played the empty headed part,
 Though the moment they dreaded start, neat
 Back of the head and took the credit card
 Seen properly decease,
 Made it look like an everyday robbery to police
 And I's out
 Police believed a thief pop for sureity, a jerky
 Alert the rest to beef up security
 And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred
 Another brother deservin' to get massacred
 Pleasure in poppin' that flea
 Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas
 Not insane, nor am I biased
 Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before
 my fly ass
 Ain't nuttin' to blast, fuck it
 Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off
 Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence
 A drug related incident

 I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
 Reason why your girlfriends dig us - cause I kill niggaz

 You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy
 You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy

 Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife
 And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfucking life
 At a jam, nine figure on shelf
 While your army a nigger snickering among self - thiefs
 Who wanna clock the bread off the next
 That's why Im gonna blow their fucking head off
 Maybe the victor get stuck up
 Giving these clowns opportunity to fuck up
 They knowin' that the kid crew showers, eye cowers
 And leaves for 'bout a good two hours
 While they're like 'we coulda caught Rick what, for allsort'
 That's what the assholes thought
 Tough guy mumblin', I thunderin'
 Why I had a motherfucking A-K ya wondering
 And raise it higher, start giving them the fire
 As they scream like high pitch women like Mariah
 Blood on the wall like, other brothers ball like they hit
 Seein' shots split a motherfuckers head like lettuce
 Run a nigger best bet is for another duck in gage
 I'm in a motherfucking rage
 Mask 'bout face, Now figure dash
 Smash 'bout 10 ta 15 nigger ass out
 More enemy dug, deceased, caught
 Had not, gave one fuck what police thought (what?)
 But first I best provide all brainiacs
 With evidence of a suicidal maniac

 While I clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
 Reason why your girlfriends dig us - 'cause I kills niggaz
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Art of Storytelling (1999)

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