Buddha Monk

U Don't Want It With Us
[Buddha Monk:] It's I for sure, who leave blocks and bleed nots Don't need the cops, if need by, believe these rocks My team don't need evacuate cash and beef with spots Like you bleeding for ya life, with a strong breathing from ya heart G wind, down ya crew, wipe the smile off of you Whip the smack from the ruger, knocking the feeling out your tooth Turn man to RuPaul, name now boo Your safer that way with the bitch now you Games I don't play, I take aim and spray away Shortness, what is the total population that way? Stay out of way, I don't mind deleted mistakes With gun aids, that clear ways and leaving ones brainless [Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] Ya'll don't really, want it with us But do you think that you want it with us? My squad love dealing with all you thugs We don't play that, just cock back and lay men [Buddha Monk:] You a bad boy, cock that back, blast that ass boy I lift ya shit for real, so you get it up, boy I got them thangs that turn bodies over Pull out the ring from that, that make bodies soil Show ya'll real love, but ya'll covered in mud SongtexteBut you said she was a real thug, before you real fuck Leave no witnesses, so they can't say who killed what That thought under the rug, from the top of meat slug Fifteen to what, man, we do nuts Cause anything under the sun, gets the short from my gun This is how the east was won, we creep, never run Lick my sheez in anyone, ya'll really don't want none, huh [Chorus x2] [Buddha Monk:] We roll in Brooklyn, make that ass a soul in Brooklyn Body parts might be what's on the stove cooking Tender meat looking at, good looking out No evidence, gloves on, so no central booking Only drugs tooken, plugging your women, counting those dead presidents Head to the next regiment, for the cash settlement Red Cross them Blue Shields, hardly in lotto 20 inch wheels, I peel from the kill, I dare someone to squeal Then this be another kill, no reveal, only blood spill Yellow tape around the kill, detector filled with donut meal Me watching the news, hate you Can't make a face for the kills, so they wait for another kill [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania