Текст песни Son Get Wrec

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(Verse)

This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert

Yo Reals grab the nine cause it's time to go to work

Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'me, then I just split 'em

Besta believe that's the way you should've did him

Backing niggaz down with the heat, feel the flame

Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain

I don't give a fuck, I never did, I never will

A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill

Which to the point I will extend the trey pound

Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound

Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew

Chilling in the east as I sip on a brew

Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master

An individual who blows up because I have to

Bust mad shots, it's time for me to misbehave

Whoever doesn't like it we can take it to the grave

(Chorus 4x)

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SON GET WREC

SON GET WREC

It's time for you to represent

(Verse)

I'm a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight

They tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate

They didn't think I had enough heart to set off the spark

I'm a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark

My eyes are bloodshot red

All the hell I feel has set the stage in my kingdom

And not your rule in every state, the war as begun

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It's time to let you know my freaks do deeds, though

Plus they will, three slugs through your grill

The pain you will feel, rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama

You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma

(Chorus 4x)

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

It's time for you to represent

(Verse)

Spread your wind and prepare to meet your maker

Fucking with the five, I'm like the average night taker

Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn

Where niggaz lose they life and they get their shit tooken

Guilters run it all, don't even try to riff

Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated 5th

Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table

Went home, got the urge to watch a little cable

Just lay your back, and think about the things that I do

Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew

Well my man Due, told me to met him at the spot

Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot

Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit

Put her in the dorm, now she three months pregnant

Damn it's so real in the heart of buck town

He'd better think before he dare to fuck around

(Chorus 4x)

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

SON GET WRECK

It's time for you to represent