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David Bowie & Mick Jagger - Текст песни 40 Bars
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 [Iverson]
 For the year 2G the rap game change for one name
 Jewelz aim to slain anything on this plane
 Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated
 You went platinum wit a ghost writer, 
 so in the game you won you cheated
 My slang bang when you need it
 You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it
 (*gunshots*) Die if you don't believe it
 Anything to do wit millions I'ma be wit it
 Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest 
 In my guess y'all useless, just talkin music
 Never mistake me for a fake MC
 You got the wrong idea nigga I'm CT fool
 Get murdered in a second in the first degree
 Come to me wit faggot tendacies 
 You'll be sleepin where the maggots be
 Ain't nuthin kinda used to beef actually
 but when it's on I raise first automatically
 Won't catch me as a victim and a rap casualty
 Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime
 Ten Bentleys in one line
 Gats in each hand, twin 45's in mines
 Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate
 Sons and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water
 Bad news home of the Dynasty Raiders
 One luv to the ol school niggaz
 They in the jail tryin to raise us
 Even the ones that tried to blaze us David Bowie & Mick Jagger - 40 Bars - http://ru.motolyrics.com/david-bowie-and-mick-jagger/40-bars-lyrics.html
 but couldn't even graze us
 See dem bitch azz niggaz y'all killin don't amaze us
 Y'all slobbin I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage
 (DIS MY NIGGA JEWELS REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS
 YO MY HOMIE SAY DAT SHIT)
 Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches
 I'm hittin anything in plain view for my riches
 VA's finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches
 die for zero digits; I'ma giant yall midgets
 I know killaz that kill for a fee 
 that'll kill yo' ass for free, believe me 
 How you wanna die fast or slowly?
 Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie
 I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me
 All the hardcore niggas know me
 I aint knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherfucker
 Takin anything that's rightfully mines
 Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines
 Physique crew, thick designs
 wit jewels that shine all the time
 Ain't nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique
 Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat
 die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street
 Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born
 but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don't live that long
 but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong
 got niggas hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song
 THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK
 JUST FORTY FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!!
 YO!!













