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[side kick] it's a murder because cause the soul is satis-to-faction that rapidist bullet action so what the fuck you thought muther fucker i'm in love with this slug in my chest we psychodrama so come and try to put chi off to the test a bullet proof vest chics in my blood the black and gold is scorchin up against a murder bitch ratta tat a gunshot and the aim to spell out courage wit a side of rage kick will make the front page murder was the case flip from page to page bitch everything that i had blew down a nigga door can't you see the sky is fallin psychodramatical ward comin slowly given out all orders that mother fucker better go and run for the border my veins is willin and when adrenalin fill them bitch i'm crazy, deranged you better know the lit i'll die for my shit so what the fuck you thought [hook] so what the fuck you thought, what the fuck, what the fuck you thought nigga you thought wrong silly ass bitch Songtextewhat the fuck you thought, what the fuck nigga ain't got no time for them games and shit [newsense] nick nal and southern cane goin threw thangs the game put a name to the brain competition can't fuck with us cause they scared of us and the industry will never be prepared for us so you can stab that shit in your head if you will cause it ain't gone be no questions later when it's time to face will the steel cause like sike i kills kill the isms in ya'll brain cells ya'll friends tellin me that you hoes can't seem to incenarate these flows that i penetrate so eliminate them thoughts that you intimadate me yo where you eliminate at T why? this bitch is blowin me he thought i was a simp bitch i'm a pimp walkin with a limp and ridin under the fimp it's slidin and i'm emptyin clips in you hoes like chimps and chumps is their a hump in your step cause you losin your pep and i got another clip left old school make a move fool flunkie is gone so i'm a take it apon myself to erase all them thoughts you was thinkin got you pourin out the gin you was drinkin puttin out your b's and respectin my cheifs and i'm a hit you with the kitchen sink and blinkin like raiden cause you comptiplatin gotta give it up got me charged up what the fuck you thought hoes newsense done pulled your card up what, what the fuck you thought i was bluffin when i said this competition can't fuck wit us because they scared of us and the industry will never be prepared for us so what the fuck you thought [hook] [young buk] psychodramatical intent homicidal content give a nigga not one dent but two lumps if i got to shot two pumps i'm a kill all you chumps cause this shit you said kick it off playin wit this click is just like fuckin when your dick is soft might as well just rip it off cause their really ain't no need for a dick if it ain't no nuts to back you up so black you fucked don't say who that you know it's young to the buk you crack me up escaped from the padded room claim this game by sea visions precisions of niggas with triggas people rushin out the front gate better recognize bitch who the fuck on your other end wantin to do your brother in cause i'm unlike these other men and i'm smotherin muther fuckers by the dozens cousins any of your relatives none of them will live to tell but i bet they'll tell to live shit should i give shit to stupid niggas who done took from me you can hit this b and get a crazy ass look from me that's about it you niggas ain't about shit and that's how i roll in black and gold with some paper to fold stupid hoe so what the fuck you thought [hook] Aus Songtexte Mania