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Frontline - Текст песни Excuse Me
[Frontline]
Frontline we the niggas that keep it live
Yeah buddy we legit don't act surprised
I could see the chumpness in ya eyes
Ya ain't livin what ya sayin ya tellin lies sayin
"Excuse me bitch i'm from the Rich that means i'm sick
And basically don't get me pissed"
Whoa, keep talkin we gon fight tonight
Now with all this drama in the RIC
It's kinda hard to swim when theres sharks in the sea
But it ain't much to me
Cause can't no nigga thats from the Bay fuck with me
When I spit niggas race for they lead or sit patient instead
And tryin break every statement I said
Too late i'm ten paces ahead
I can sense some wack nigga just by lookin the shape of his head
Go ahead throw yo blows they barely reach me
Niggas talk shit but they scared to meet me
You can't compare or defeat me
I feel like a chess piece cause you motherfuckers square up and eat me
Yes it's Lock my chest is hot from all the heat inside my lungs
I guess I got lung disease so grab your gun and squeeze
We ain't scared of ya bumbs ya tongue and cheed
Nahmean..
[Chorus]
Frontline we the niggas that keep it live
Yeah buddy we legit don't act surprised
I could see the chumpness in ya eyes
Ya ain't livin what ya sayin ya tellin lies sayinFrontline - Excuse Me - http://ru.motolyrics.com/frontline/excuse-me-lyrics.html
"Excuse me bitch i'm from the rich that means i'm sick
And basically don't get me pissed"
Whoa, keep talkin we gon fight tonight
[Left]
Yeah Left
I'm a Globetrotter who hotter why by the lookin around you find nodda
Unless you gaze to the heavenly sections
Or imagine a pilgramage made to mecca
And I ain't talkin about the clothes
I'm talkin about the spot where Malcom changed his name and wore throbes
Prayed with his head on the circular stone
Then you wondered why the dumb rappers won't be gone I ask
Do you want your mama in distress
And your little cousins dressed in they Sunday vest
All because you wanted beef with a dude name Left
I suggest you give me 10 feet and show some resepect
Don't make me lay you a Saturday night fever
I am not Travolta I will slay ya soldier
I'm that dude from the 8th grade that stay payed
Named cut precisely in the back of my fade
Nahmean..
[Chorus]
Frontline we the niggas that keep it live
Yeah buddy we legit don't act surprised
I could see the chumpness in ya eyes
Ya ain't livin what ya sayin ya tellin lies sayin
"Excuse me bitch i'm from the rich that means i'm sick
And basically don't get me pissed"
Whoa, keep talkin we gon fight tonight