letras.top
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de judgement nite (original version) - koopsta knicca

Loading...

[intro: playa fly]
get that hoe for her fifteen

[hook]
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! comе on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnessеs
no-, no!
[verse 1]
kick them b-tches out my business, trick
the koop has somethin’ for ’em
a mothaf-ckin’ -gunshot-, a n-gga knock with a warrant
i’m knowin’ i gotta touch ’em, knowin’ i gotta buck ’em dead
now bumpin’ b-tches heads got me runnin’ from the f-ckin’ feds
cl!ckin’ with my dreads all years, and still been on them slabs
you say, “lil’ koop ain’t comin’ clean”
mane, i’ll be d-mned, buck ’em down
you clown just gain some inches, ‘fore you get sprayed
scandalous is that k!lla, pimpin’
koopsta knicca cl!ckin’ with that mothaf-ckin’ twelve gauge
i made ’em face the grave, and laid his sh-t like down, my nig
i hit him real quick, then counted up my dividends
a rebel’s in me, got me sinnin’, n-gga, why you grinnin’?
there’s no forgiveness, tell me, should i let you keep on livin’?
grab me a four, kicked in them doors, like the night before-uh
mane, hit them floors or be a ugly lookin’ in the morgue
body sore, broken skull, hoe, i took your life
six hundred sixty-six, census of a judgement night

[hook]
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
[verse 2]
i got a knock on my door, man, who is it, b-tch?
is it my n-ggas from the mothaf-ckin’ triple 6?
get out my head, i’m scared, know soon, you might be dead
don’t make me cut you in dreads inside a homestead
tonight’s the night to make a pimp tight fright night
we cut them bodies in chunks, done by a butcher-knife
i buck ’em dead on the double, ’cause i don’t need no trouble
mane, what the f-cks a muscle to a playa body’s hustle?
my glock goes pop and pop, and make them n-ggas drop
come take a ride to my mothaf-ckin’ stash spot

[interlude: dj paul]
aww, yeah, the triple 6 mafia in this mothaf-cka
with my n-gga the koopsta knicca
we doin’ this sh-t for all the n-ggas who stayed down
you know what i’m sayin’?
and for all the n-ggas who couldn’t take it
the sh-t just get thicker for a weak n-gga, biatch

[outro: koopsta knicca]
triple 6, triple 6, triple 6 n-ggas

[hook]
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no!
you broke rule number one;
do not-, do not-, do not-, do not steal from me
no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)
ru-ru-ru-ru-rule number two; no witnesses
no-, no! come on, man, all you gotta do is- (-gunshot-)

- koopsta knicca

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...