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SWV F/ TLC - Текст песни Murder MC's
Verse 1
 Buckshot:
 I woke up in the night
 grabbed my forehead
 wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed
 Deep inside thought
 thinking of a way to strapped
 and walk the streets without getting clapped
 Just because I'm tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz
 I'm doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant
 Who said I didn't have knowledge of self
 So come and feel the wrath
 So listen
 First of all let me explain
 That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain
 The god is heavy
 I blow you up like dynamite
 Into my dome I let the L ignite
 Fight, I take you on flight here
 The war starts here.
 BCC:
 See we murder MC's every day,
 motherfuckers dont play,
 straight from the Bucktown side of the block
 Keep your shit hot
 Like we said, That's when all the madness stops
 Verse 2
 Buckshot:
 To all the Godz who know who's the coloured man
 the colored man is the obvious, you understand?
 I kill him, and drill 'im in my bootcamp
 Who can't survive in the creek?
 You can't
 Champion, bootcampian click
 stick and move
 I bust your shitSWV F/ TLC - Murder MC's - http://ru.motolyrics.com/swv-f-tlc/murder-mcs-lyrics.html
 Move and stick
 It's the original crook
 Stomping through your army, what!
 Gortex to your head
 Keep your eyes shut
 But, I'll take you in consideration
 My occupation is to bust your federation
 with my ammunition
 Flipping precision, being precise
 He's right, I'm nice
 You can check my status and my apparatus
 See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah
 Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger
 Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb,
 Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm
 Head, natty dread, boy big him up
 Roll thick like syrup
 cause chaos and terror
Chorus
 I had a vision
 It appeared to me in the form of a devil
 but the rebel wasn't there to see
 for me this is the year to be
 the son of the seven, representing the sea
 the heatseeker
 the cypher maker
 quick to take a
 sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you
 Double guage
 I'm pointing the rage at your culu
 ....
 We blew the motherfucker
 Now we outta here.
 Chorus+
 Buckshot: MURDAH! MURDAH! MURDAH










