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Style Council - Текст песни Y'all Don't Wanna Fuck
F/ M.O.P.
 [Styles]
 My style's louder than a stereo
 Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers
 Then show up at the burials
 I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
 This M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all
 Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
 If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition
 Don't take it personal
 Gotta go to jail and if I come back and don't have my cash
 Then I'm hurtin you
 Got a business gun, wit industry bullets
 When it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you
 Rings is so my contact will break up your man
 I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand
 I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man
 'cause I do things the Don way
 It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway
 Leave no evidence
 Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents
 What, motherfucker, yeah
 [HOOK: Styles and M.O.P.]
 Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
 BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
 This is for the hood and niggas that's wild
 BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
 If you 'bout to die or you blowin the trial
 BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
 We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile
 BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
 [Billy Danze]
 Ayo let's do it for the hood
 Where there's alotta homicides at
 Where killers ride at, and OG's reside at
 It's rugged son, I love it son I see it every day
 Fuck that, we'll find another way to play
 So don't mistake me for no rap artist
 Missin old dude is from the old school
 He abide by the old rules
 And our pro-tools, is 38 longs
 The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong
 How could we get along
 And you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch
 We gotta get you gone, [chapter one]
 William Danze songs
 All disloyal guys should be shot in they back
 Once, and left paralyzed [game over now]
 You gon change me how
 What you thought would happenStyle Council - Y'all Don't Wanna Fuck - http://ru.motolyrics.com/style-council/yall-dont-wanna-fuck-lyrics.html
 When they chained me to Fame and Styles
 You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is
 L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!
 [Fame]
 You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap
 But when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
 For real, we straight thug it
 Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
 Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese
 Made dope fiends outta school principals and deans
 Now they all fucked up, career finished
 Got they ass noddin in front of the Methodon clinics
 We thug it all day, but it aint the Henny in me
 It's that Brownsville shit wit a splash of trinny in me
 All I need is a hammer, and a clip load
 I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code
 It's the M.O.P.! mashin through your ghetto
 Rippin heavy metal, [we ruff ryde] wit Paniro
 Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these OG's
 What's poppin nigga
[HOOK]
 [Styles]
 We can beef I don't give a fuck
 'cause if you kill me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son
 It's the world's most gutterest
 Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun
 To tell the truth I prefer the knife
 'cause he physical nigga
 I go in your chest I show you how to murder right
 It's deep, I'ma kill your mother
 And I don't care if I die
 'cause all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother
 Dog, I had a hard life
 And I'm in love with the pain
 Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white
 Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off
 Leave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees off
 Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the glock
 Fuck it dog, then I'm battin you down
 Don't you ask me what's happenin now
 This aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what
 YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
 It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway
 YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
 It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and splash of trinny in me
 YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS
 Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong
 YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH THIS











