Silkk The Shocker lyrics
Silkk The Shocker lyrics
"Murder lyrics"
Antienne lyrics
Errante ? jamais sous la lune blafarde et voil?e,Qui pleure la nuit, la pluie des douleurs ?ther?es,La pierre au doux visage, levant ses yeux ?toil?s,Guette l'?me seulette qui va au travers des cieuxSon envirant p?riple - r?ve inachev? des dieux!Et songe, sous l'if sombre et le c?dre myst?rieux,Voler cet attelage avant qu'il n'atteigne des lieuxQue son impuissance empierr?e ne saurait explorer.
(feat. Big Ed, Master P)Errante ? jamais sous la lune blafarde et voil?e,Qui pleure la nuit, la pluie des douleurs ?ther?es,La pierre au doux visage, levant ses yeux ?toil?s,Guette l'?me seulette qui va au travers des cieuxSon envirant p?riple - r?ve inachev? des dieux!Et songe, sous l'if sombre et le c?dre myst?rieux,Voler cet attelage avant qu'il n'atteigne des lieuxQue son impuissance empierr?e ne saurait explorer.
Y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
Y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
[Chorus (2X):]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt, I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it's time to peel
Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
Cause I ain't gon be satisfied till all ya'll stressed out
That's a fuckin shame, I ain't gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga
What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
You think I'm a let this shit slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you nigga
you gon have a closed
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so beautiful you've gotta believe it I am beautiful. I'm so beautiful can't you see? Look at me! I said: I'm so beautiful Well everybody's welcome to this point of view. We're all beautiful can't yo
casket and I'm gon crack yo maskOut out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so beautiful you've gotta believe it I am beautiful. I'm so beautiful can't you see? Look at me! I said: I'm so beautiful Well everybody's welcome to this point of view. We're all beautiful can't yo
You talkin shit, but, bitch, it's goin down
See I was locked up for a second, but now I'm home now
It's time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
I was a cool nigga, but now, it's only the beginnin
It's time to ride, when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
[Chorus (2X)]
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd Ward villian, I'm in the killin
They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
Ice cream slangin,
And if the radio don't play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
They could stop, a nigga from comin up
They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
Independent, and black owned
But still got more money than Al Capone
Y'all niggaz can't stop a killa,
Cut Number 7 lyrics
I wrote a song That everyone loved With an acoustic guitar And a rhyming thesauras And I found an angle That no one had thought of The story wrapped in an undeniable chorus And everyone fell in love with that song It must be the way that the melody marries the lyrics someone should hear this cut one is the song I booked a few gigs At every regional bar And sold thousands of copies From the trunk of my car An underground journalist said it was hot And it could really take off If
murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug dealaI wrote a song That everyone loved With an acoustic guitar And a rhyming thesauras And I found an angle That no one had thought of The story wrapped in an undeniable chorus And everyone fell in love with that song It must be the way that the melody marries the lyrics someone should hear this cut one is the song I booked a few gigs At every regional bar And sold thousands of copies From the trunk of my car An underground journalist said it was hot And it could really take off If
But if they shoot, did up with police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy
And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me
[Chorus (2X)]
[Big Ed]
Niggaz, they want to start some stack
but if they stack then let it be started
And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed
Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got's it
When I pop ya with this heart rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
See the barrel knows where the bullet go
and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can't get up
You wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased
Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
TRU niggaz don't fall, fool, we to busy flossin
It might be your ho we tossin
Step to us and we make ya hits li
Revenga lyrics
Poisoning a drink, Bleeding in a sink Choking with a link, Killing with a stink Just your mother's HO Bleeding in a sink, Poisoning a drink Burning up My sweet Clementine Trampling a shrink, Bleeding in a sink Halleluiah wink , Getting on the brink Just your mother's HO Halleluiah wink, Murdering a shrink Burning up On my sweet revenge Will be yours for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaaahhh My sweet revenge Will be yours, for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaaahhh K
e Michael JacksonPoisoning a drink, Bleeding in a sink Choking with a link, Killing with a stink Just your mother's HO Bleeding in a sink, Poisoning a drink Burning up My sweet Clementine Trampling a shrink, Bleeding in a sink Halleluiah wink , Getting on the brink Just your mother's HO Halleluiah wink, Murdering a shrink Burning up On my sweet revenge Will be yours for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaaahhh My sweet revenge Will be yours, for the taking It's in the making baby, aaaaaahhh K
Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
[Chorus (2X)]
Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets.
No Limit. True to the game. Silkk the Shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)
to the East Coast (to the West Coast)
to motherfuckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)
to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to
Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin
Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,
Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)
To all y'all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real
niggaz and bitches (all y'all niggaz that's locked up) everywhere.
Murder, murder, murder, murder. Ha ha.
But y'all niggaz betta watch y'all ass
(watch y'all ass) so y'all won't get caught up in motherfuckin 187
(a 187)
Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!)
Nigga that mean don't trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
cause the sreets is real. Believe that.