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Dayton Family - Stick N Move Şarkı Sözleri
{bootleg}i got some bad news for you tony. {tony}whut choo got? {bootleg}we lost the whole shipment. {tony}whut you mean, we lost the whole shipment. {bootleg}the columbian drug cartel intercepted the whole shipment. {tony}those fuckin´ guys, every fuckin´ thing to happen! i told you fuckaz to stick n move, n get tha fuck outta there. i see lots of people gots to die tonight, fuck (fading). (bootleg) part 2, 19 muthafuckin 96, bootleg tha muthafuckin´ rap kapone, ghetto e, & my nigga shoestring, gonna stick n move & bust up yo ass fo´ tha 9 6 my memories get haunted by events in tha past had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last a brothaz out here stalking me but bitch you aint no i´ve been poppin´ window panes, my brain aint tha same no mo´ living just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me i´m seeing the bloody images of tha tools that bury me skeletons they walk with me, while holding my right hand my mother be weepin´ n cryin´ while watchin´ me box with a deadman load tha ak, spot a family & kill ´em all. take a butcher knife, & spill some blood at tha fuckin´ morgue it´s murder you bitches better understand motherfuck a plan, i´m gunning tha bitches down right where they stand homey should´ve ran, but then again i wouldn´t advice you to cuz a 44 is good to go when i´m busting caps at fools sendin´ you hoes to school well fuck the books n desks no description or police sketch, you bitch & no arrest you can try yo muthafuckin´ best to stop a villian on a killing spree living is so fuckin´ hard & dying is so easy to be murder to tha first degree-demi, gotta represent kill for dead presidents, in flint is sweet like peppermint you´ll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway murder victom found, killer though, free to strike another day up-up and away, to get some yahjl back where i stay tha fedz are like mosquitos empty needles alley ways i´m goin´ to tha thang, take tha pain, i´m a ghetto champ there´s no court of law, my whole neighborhood´s a prison camp, food stamps & drug dealz is all a nigga know strut & kokane got me addicted nigga pass tha blow coming in ya spot with my glock to make my getaway smooth nigga close your eyez, no surprise, bitch boom! another stick n move... chorus mov´n n mov´n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that any. here no evil see no evil, bitch n i done got away. mov´n n mov´n out, take that cocaine out your house, sight that any. here no evil, see no evil, bit (shoestring) a giggerdy gangsta from tha streets, so muthafucka dont make me bust ya buck ya down, quick to bury your ass & then i´ll bust some like the fuckin´ terror that´s on the quick to put ya town away a silencers on the tip so muthafucka there be no sound today i´m taking you niggaz to war, so playa haters lock ya door an ak 47 leaved his brains up on tha floor a killa riddlin´ fuckin´ around and frontin´ about his stashes 3 killaz with masses, all we leave is ashes. take ya shit & dashes, now of in a cascets the fever fo´ a murder got me breakin´ out in rashes so hide your watch-n-rings, cuz shoot and fill ya ass up with holes reachin´ fo´ ya clothes, ain´t no marbles on ya toes stretchin´ niggas out like limo´s and creepin´ down my block shoestring got a glock, can you follow us wanted by hollow point shots? hmmm, betta watch yo ass, a killaz creepin´ up from tha past my finger´s fast, & you just saw ya fuckin´ last shoestring´s a killa, so dont fuck with this grim reaper mo´ cloud than a beeper, and i hit you with this street sweeper down where i´m dwelling, niggaz sellin´ and i go swellin´ put snitches in ditches, cuz them bitches, they always tellin´ my click is thick, so we be screamin´ "fuck the law" creep mental state as three killaz you aint never saw not from the shore so whut tha fuck the sources thinkin? must stop the drinkin? and dankin´? i´m-a-leave you stinkin´ better fuck your mutha, than fuckin´ that nigga, that shoestring cut off ya hands & all i want bitches? the rocks and rings my polo´s bloody, my case was lookin´ kinda muddy step with this bald head, fuck you dread, leave him dead rolling trough tha stocks, i´m so high, fillin´ that bitch in looking through that tension, still kickin´ flint shit s to tha h to tha o-e-s-t-r-i-n-g 96 pullin´ tricks ridin´ the duece with them dicks out tha ass. so ´xcuse me as i dust my grooves i´m diggin ya chick my pocket´s thick, nigga it´s time to stick n move... chorus (ghetto e) ughhh, rattat to tha tattat, i´m-a-take take him out his misery put his ass in a box & leave him as a memory (see when you sleep, that´s when we creep uh, get on your toes, knock you off your feet) game i peep. i did not know him, but i met him and now i got him mask to mask took my shit off, and then i shot him left him bloody with no money. cut his pocket grab my glock cocked it, seen his head, popped it, dropped it now i was rollin´ like a muthafuckin´ bowling ball. (you sendin´ up who? you sendin´ him where?) i´m sending him to tha graveyard no time to play, eric dorsey´s on another mission i called up jody, he be coldin´ police in tha kitchen them niggaz talkin´, conversation kept him on tha phone killa gone grabbed my chrome, i´m in his home. let´s get him gone, put him in a headlock till i heard him choke. so i used my kane, whip & slit his throat creeped up on jody, jody´s dead, now this shit is smooth got away with the money and the gang, eric dorseys on a stick-n-move! chorus |
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