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No Surviving
作词:Dj Yutaka, Keith Elam
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major You 'bout to meet your true savior
We emcees approach with slang that's dead There's no surviving, there's no surviving
We hit then we slidin' off, we in the wind ridin' off Poppin' off, you wack cats will be droppin' off Like flies, so recognize this priceless, niceness, preciseness No likeness, no ice, just the right shit
Yeah the rawness and still gleam in ya grill like we're flawless It's pimpish, like I just knocked the right bitch I ain't send shit to you, 'cuz youse a trife snitch Too high-pitched, you're like a chick, you're cowardly
Forced to take this ass-whoopin' hourly And minute by minute, shit, we gon' make you quit it For you into early retirement when the iron spit Cover your eyes, it's too late to escape to cover your lies
Guess what? You're in a lot of trouble you guys What's going on here is worse than your worst fear 'Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse or a hearse here
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major You 'bout to meet your true savior 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Now get this, bet this, I'm after the lootchie It don't make you a G, just 'cuz you wear ya pants loosely Your straight goofy, word to my old coofy Couldn't do me nothin' son, I know the movie
And you can run till ya heart beats through ya chest You wanna tustle, then do ya best But I don't like to mess up my clothes or get my hands dirty I'ma give the job to my man, you know, he stands worthy
Like James with the Jesse in the front But don't let him sip the Henny, don't let him hit the blunt Whatchu want? Someplace where you can seek refuge? Against my team, I run with some of the best dudes
That's done it, did it, plus niggaz got kids and shit Put you under pressure, make you forfeit What's going on here is worse than your worst fear Bout to send you to a doctor, nurse or a hearse here
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major You 'bout to meet your true savior
'Bout to send you to your maker, ya move faker You ain't wise in our eyes, you don't wanna lose favor Ya not a due-payer, it don't matter if you major You 'bout to meet your true savior
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