Print

[Verse One:] Yo, the Lord is my shepard The sword is my weapon Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son 'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun Before they choose an education But once dead their ain't no awakenin' So like once said, life ain't for fakin Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? Fuck waitin' Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan When I aim I ain't missin', master of assassination' I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth Is this the truth? This is what we do, sip a brew Wait around his crib until it turns around two AM As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin' [Chorus:]- Okay, you wanna play rough?! (gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X, Okay yo, we could play rough! Songtexte [Verse Two:] Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough? Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck I ain't order cable, why in the fuck these niggas Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me? But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips Put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is Pull the strap from under the seat Back up in the street Watch these niggas that's tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat Empty every shell in their direction Its you, I should've guessed it! Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you Now I'm'a take you off here, you don't know what you got into [Chorus:] [Verse Three:] Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome Never thought I'd be in his home With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone Fuckin' with me, you should've known I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone What money can do, get you hit for less than a G For threatenin' me I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free Killin' you niggas with nothin' Left him dead, engine runnin' You the only I'm makin' sure that gets what's comin' Look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it But before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac Niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that? Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback Somebody kncokin', who dat? "a cop man", let him in And give that mothafucka one under the chin Can't believe this nigga down with the Feds! The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead Don't explain, I put the pound on his head Blew 'em! before that I can't remember the last time I said...... Okay, so we gonna play rough! [Chorus:] Aus Songtexte Mania