Текст песни M.O.P. - Raise Hell

Breaking Bad: Season 4 - OST / Во все тяжкие: Сезон 4 - Саундтрек
Жанр: OST
Исполнитель: M.O.P.
Альбом: Breaking Bad: Season 4 - OST / Во все тяжкие: Сезон 4 - Саундтрек
Длительность: 03:18
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Yeah, yeah go nigga Raise hell yeah, yeah Raise hell yeah, yeah Go nigga, raise hell The new single, kid get your shit mixed Catch this new slug from the M.O.P. hit list It's thorough for the cars, for the clubs, for the Jeeps (For the fellas on the corner posted up 20 deep) Hold it down, Home Team back out to sail this Make 'em collapse with caps and fame make 'em famous The "Downtown Swinger" gun slingers rock wild And when I die, I won't be putting out flames in hell Cop a 10 Milli from the corner store Arab Fools with truck jewels get stuck for they karats Hold on you hear somebody comin', you hear somebody gunnin' Them niggaz that you run with is runnin' 'Cause it's (Bullets over Brownsville) I'm from the place where trey-pounds and fo-pounds kill Fool how that sound? (I'll) The star vendor, bend 'em like car fenders Serve 'em like bartenders What's next on the agenda? Dope rap, we drop off crack they can't stand it When I'm [unverified] when only we be gettin 'Em open like the 'Ville with this fresh rush Show me on point in this game 'Cause fame plays well, and I raise well, so I raise hell Yeah, go nigga, raise hell Yo, yeah, raise hell Go nigga, raise hell Raise hell, it's another death wish, I guess it's time To grip nines, to rip behind enemy lines, where it's ruthless And get the troopers that think It's somethin' sweet M.O.P. niggaz was raised in the street, kid Ain't nuttin' changed 'cause I'm rappin', I am a I'll nigga and I still will bust my hammer (Is he a gangsta?) Blaze F A G's, I don't stress 'em When I, catch 'em I stretch 'em I bless 'em And let his momma dress 'em The name's Bill, the game's real, me and Fame feel We can blow trial, and yo I'm ill So blow in your face (Bla-bla-bla-blow) To the death (Buka-KLAK) 'Til there's nothin' left I ain't gon' be playin' no games witchu frauds Whenever the two guns bustin' Just don't be trustin' this Drama Lord (Take it to 'em son) Yeah, we got a plan And Billy Danze packin' more steel than Bugsy Moran ([Unverified]) To the terrible organization It's the M.O.P.'s last generation Who wanna confrontation? It's hammer time And I'm layin' on you to see me (Is he a tough guy?) Nah that's how they make him look on TV Fake jerks I rattle Snake chumps I saddle And ride they ass All the way to the bus without no truss The hill-top, will-rock, non-stop Squeeze glocks, at the motherfuckers son He can't run, so I ain't gotta chase him (Do you think you can take him?) Take him then I back him down and lace him, raise hell Raise hell Hell, hell, go nigga raise hell Raise hell Go nigga raise hell
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