Текст песни House Of Pain - Fed Up (Remix) (feat. Guru)

Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Hardcore Rap / Underground Rap
Исполнитель: House Of Pain
Альбом: Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again
Длительность: 04:15
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I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But theyre all playin' roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach is My names Everlast Im hard to kill like roaches The dough that youre making has got you fronting and faking Your hearts been shook your brains cooked like bacon Cant believe youre not butter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet And now its my turn kid watch me churn Theres only so many spots theyre had to earn Pack it up pack it in So let me begin Dont make me have to smack your dumb ass into a head spin Youre left in suspense From the aura of my presence Trying to get props under false pretense You wanna say something but youre not sure If Im a dis ya 'cause youre not pure Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda If you had game you still couldnt get over I know your crews gotta be crazy weak 'Cause I can judge them by the company they keep Way deep is how I get into this rap thing While youre napping I got your chicks titties flappin' Shes asking for me to hit her off lovely Im a slay all you punks like as if I was the man When you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes All you curve pieces start shaking your asses All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it Back in 89 I dropped too much acid Back from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid While you busy ragging on the people you blasted Im asking how many days have you fasted [CHORUS] Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin' Im fed up its time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' Im fed up its time to go head huntin' Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin' Im fed up its time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' Im fed up its time to go head huntin' Hey whats that sound dont turn around To your back I got the grey ground Hard for you chumps that act odd The ones faking jacks packing guns acting hard But lets suppose you really had a burner You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer Fuck a murder Im a just kill your ego 'Cause we know that you aint really got no people Murdering a prop my man this my homey that You need to get the fuck out my face cause you dont know me Jack Eeny, meeny, miney, moe... I put seeds in your mental and I watch 'em grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show 'Cause I know you and this is how we go Somalaku to the Muslim Shalom to the Hebrew Greed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math These seven deadly sins represent my jinn You scheeming on testing me kid where you been I been told all my life Im my only friend Theres a killer on the road money its the end And you might think that Im a dummy But while youre out at the spot Im home chilling with your honey I kicks flavor Like Steven King I write the horror If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead youre best to follow Or youll be left along the road in the dust And me and you wont have too much to discuss Trust me I be the gifted unlimited Too many of these rappers blowing up because of Guinness kid You aint did the bid you aint never pulled the trigger You battle me I make you stagger more than liquor I get raw Im quickdraw the outlaw I dealt yall Ready to fuck with me so boy you better stop 'Cause Im a beat your ass like your pops ...Get the real estate money and then the props
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