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We low down, we low down.... Scheibe Folie Yeah (yeah) (yeah), krayzie bone up in this mothafucka (up in this mothafucka), up in this Mothafuckin nigga (my mothafuckin Nigga). souljah boy, 'bout to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). you know what it Is, mo thug clique rollin Too damn thick, nigga. what you hoes wanna do? (ride, die. die die). yeah, one ah these nigga, One ah these nigga, one ah These
Chorus Shirt Druckerei We low down, low down dirty shame, niggaz actin strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin brain (put'em Up, put'em up) (repeat)
Souljah boy Souljah boy, off in this mothafucka, piece to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin they got enough Heat to rush us. i'm ah dust Ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still i try. with tha Vibe that i be gettin Kalender zum Selberbasteln Makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. you hoes wanna find me My nigga layzie bone up Pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you some ah that, shit you smokin, get me gigged Up, hit it up, hit it up, i'm Straight loke, and i'm hopin ah, that all ah yall (all ah yall) bustaz got time to play, my nigga, Tombstone, krayzie bone quickin Round yo way
Krayzie You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and that's where they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha Bone'd get chrome, (put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. murder dem niggaz that's plottin around me, holla Boy toppin yo body, nigga Fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. nigga what you gonna do, When tha mothafuckin Thugstaz come for you. ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga fiend to shoot tha po po Wallpaper Too, and we do. runnin wit Da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but i catch him and fill him wit ammunition. hit'em wit tha bullet And ah rippin, and to get Cha, they miss'em, hey. we down foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we quick wit tha fucka, You up on my, gauages and Uzzies and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe yo head, you die. niggaz they betta not test me, leather Face, quick when they Pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. respect dem clair playaz, bitch düsseldorf folienbeschriftung Chorus
Souljah boy I'm on ah mission, ah mission, i'm swift betta empty my clip, you outta beat an ass with fast as safety Mine, neva soldiaz 'bout To rip, ya lit, get hit, cuz i split, wit yo shit, ain't worried bout a nigga tellin, yellin mothafuckin thangs, As all you (soldiaz) Bitches, rollin ya spliff. cuz i'll shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new level Lena Gercke Krayzie Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn wrong....rest in peace, and seem to been Creepin up on me latey, fuck'n, Let's all go crazy, sell we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love when we buck pump, put'em on Tha ground fuck'em. Krayzie release dem shells, i say say fucka let's all go to hell. cuz i got my money, my pistol, my Reefa, neva forget my thugs, What. hey, we slay, we spray brotlost Souljah boy We pray, everyday, but still i see, that you and me, just don't Mix, so i grab my grip. i'm ah kill ya Clique, that's tha end ah this Shit. so don't you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's Neva like rambo, wit this bullet proof Vest and wit a knife, you Betta respect me. or we'll complete twice, i'm killin yo wife. yo Bitch get's knifed just like lesley, Webseiten Leichlingen Don't test me, don't press Me, krayzie bone pumpin up they chest, g
Yeah, nigga. yeah, hoe ass niggaz. yall mothafuckaz ain't ready foe This mothafuckin real thug shit. You niggaz ain't ready. Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n shit down). Completely down (completely Down). you hoes didn't know (you hoes didn't know). huh? you gotta recognize. st. clair Wastland, nigga. fuck yall niggaz, stall Nigga. yeah. (wasteland, Wasteland, wasteland) hoe ass mothafuckaz, bitches, i'm ready to Kill'em. soldiaz, we on gank. can You feel that? can you Feel that?
