基本介紹
- 歌曲：Niguz Talk Shit
- 語言：英語
- 發行日期：1993-11-15
- 歌手：Black Moon
- 所屬專輯：Enta da Stage
Niguz Talk Shit （Lp Version） - Black Moon
Somebody call the morgue,
I just caught a DOA
Two to the head,
I shot the bitch in broad day
No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard
from blocks and blocks
I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks
Shit, killin every nigga in sight
Bust a cap and crack a joke
over your grave like Dolemite
Cause I'm a sick-ass
nigga with no brains
Burst in flames,
turn the mic into blood stains
Any thought I think,
you blink and drink death
So I rip the mic
and pat my nigga to the left
5ft. Excellerator,
greater than your crew
Bring in your whole mob, muthafucka,
you're still through
Yo nigga, where's my four-fifth?
I got more riff for any pussy
niggas who forfeit
Bring it on, what, I got no shame
Buckshot's in the house
and you know my name
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga
to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga
to put lead in your grill
Slow it down one pitch for
that hoe with the lick
Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip
And spray niggas with my vocal
Lead to the chest penetrate
through the vest
And when I roll mad deep
niggas back off
Fuckin with Buckshot
it's blood you cough
I don't laugh or joke,
I never choke on a blunt
But I chocke a stunt
if it's beef she want
So bring the muthafuckin arrow
and I play Rambo
When I shoot the crossbow
inside the hoe
And her nigga,
triggers I'm addicted to
Like angel dust
I bust holes in your crew
You're wack, face the fact,
you're all on my jock
Till the ehm tic-toc,
I don't pop
So yo make way so I can make my day
I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga
to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga
to put lead in your grill
Watch your mouth, nigga,
I heard you're talkin mad shit
If you're really on my dick,
bend, take a lick
Here's your choice
cause my voice'll
break backbones and necks
Who's next to flex
and feel the wrath of my tec
I spray, no delay,
more jabs than Sugar Ray
I murder then I drop dead bodies
in the lake
Beats with mad funk,
pop the trunk
Play my tape while you lay back,
puff the skunk
I'm no joke,
I flip the script like De Niro
I'm a full-course meal,
you're a one-dollar Hero
I'm sorta like the mob
when I get a job done
Contracts and all that,
guns, guns
So stay the fuck back
or feel the heat from my gat
Buckshot Shorty, see,
I always stay strapped
With the nickel nine
on my muthafuckin waistline
Bitch, you know my name,
bring it in
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga
to put lead in your grill
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
Niggas talk shit
but that ain't my steel'
I'm the type of nigga
to put lead in your grill
