leude sorry wenn sich das soo feindlich anhört und hoffe das ihr das net soo nimmt wie sich das anhört is nur reine fantasie!!!!!!!!!
If you lie and if you die
You get in the hell
And if you killing,
You must get to jail
Take this mother****er BIG
We all kill ya’ll ****ing crew
And I want you stay true
Then **** you too
Let’s get fight
I **** your wife make this in your life
**** the peace between us
You break my trust
I fight till one die
If I come you cry, and screamin
I can smile
Because I know you die, Bitch
And y’all big suckers
Stretch and Mob Deep
We bringing drama
**** you and your mother****ing mama
**** Bad Boy and your life
With my click trigger, shooting and polluting your block
You know I don’t give a ****
I give you the rest
With fifteen Shot
In your chest
Till you cant breath
Shooting and more shooting
When we cruising we bringing polluting
We as a west-side ridah
We kill your mother****ing momma
You ****ing toller Typ
Remember you at my trigger
Slow but conscious I push the trigger
I show you my middle finger
**** you bad boy
You die slow and painful
All my homies from old school, know the rule
Never swear the big boy from the old block and old school
Still tell me stay cool
And kick the toller Typ in his as, I’m pass
To you
You know the true thugs
I calling my homies the outlaws
They kick your as
With the hard shoes in your face
Ya’ll would be Bad Boy weakling
**** this shit and Bad Boy killing
(Chorus)
I’m was a ghetto child
You rich mother****er didy
I **** your bitch and your family
And when you come as my enemy
I smile and drink champagne Hennessey
Take my AK-47, I send you in the heaven
This ain’t no freestyle battle
You blind from cry
I’m never be peace, you scared to go home
So call the police
Bad Boy tell so many shit, **** you bitch
You wanna **** with us
You little mob young ass mother****ers
How do you ****ing with me, toller Typ
Give me my gun, I push the trigger, toller Typ
I make sure all your kids don’t grow
You copy Pac’s style, you’ll see
The realised killaz bringing it to you
Yo’ll little suckers P.Didy, Mob Deep, Stretch and Biggy
I’ll tell you ain’t nothing as shit but a faker
You know, if you die I’m your chaser
And now about you bitch
I loaded my gun and you get down you’re a little shit
You dirty pussy rich
If you lie and if you die
You get in the hell
And if you killing,
You must get to jail
Take this mother****er BIG
We all kill ya’ll ****ing crew
And I want you stay true
Then **** you too
Let’s get fight
I **** your wife make this in your life
**** the peace between us
You break my trust
I fight till one die
If I come you cry, and screamin
I can smile
Because I know you die, Bitch
And y’all big suckers
Stretch and Mob Deep
We bringing drama
**** you and your mother****ing mama
**** Bad Boy and your life
With my click trigger, shooting and polluting your block
You know I don’t give a ****
I give you the rest
With fifteen Shot
In your chest
Till you cant breath
Shooting and more shooting
When we cruising we bringing polluting
We as a west-side ridah
We kill your mother****ing momma
You ****ing toller Typ
Remember you at my trigger
Slow but conscious I push the trigger
I show you my middle finger
**** you bad boy
You die slow and painful
All my homies from old school, know the rule
Never swear the big boy from the old block and old school
Still tell me stay cool
And kick the toller Typ in his as, I’m pass
To you
You know the true thugs
I calling my homies the outlaws
They kick your as
With the hard shoes in your face
Ya’ll would be Bad Boy weakling
**** this shit and Bad Boy killing
(Chorus)
I’m was a ghetto child
You rich mother****er didy
I **** your bitch and your family
And when you come as my enemy
I smile and drink champagne Hennessey
Take my AK-47, I send you in the heaven
This ain’t no freestyle battle
You blind from cry
I’m never be peace, you scared to go home
So call the police
Bad Boy tell so many shit, **** you bitch
You wanna **** with us
You little mob young ass mother****ers
How do you ****ing with me, toller Typ
Give me my gun, I push the trigger, toller Typ
I make sure all your kids don’t grow
You copy Pac’s style, you’ll see
The realised killaz bringing it to you
Yo’ll little suckers P.Didy, Mob Deep, Stretch and Biggy
I’ll tell you ain’t nothing as shit but a faker
You know, if you die I’m your chaser
And now about you bitch
I loaded my gun and you get down you’re a little shit
You dirty pussy rich
