Tekst piosenki
-I got some bad news for you, Tony
-Watch you got?
-We lost the whole shipment
-What you mean we lost the whole shipment?
-Columbian Drug Cartel, intercepted the whole shipment
-Those fucking guys! Every fucking time to happen!
-I told you fuckers stick and fuckin move
-and get the fuck outta there
-Man, I sees a lotta people gots to die, now. Fuck!
[Bootleg]
Part 2! 19 muthafuckin 96!
Bootleg the muthafuckin Rap Capone, Ghetto E
And my nigga Shoestring finna stick and move
And bust yo ass for the 9-6!
My memory gets haunted by events in the past
Had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last
A brotha’s out here stalkin me, well, bitch, you ain’t know?
I been poppin windowpane, my brain ain’t the same no mo
Livin just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me
I’m seein the bloody images of the tools that bury me
Skeletons they walk with me, while holdin my right hand
My mother be weepin and cryin while watchin me box with a dead man
Load the AK and spot a family and kill em all
Take a butcher knife and spill some blood at the fuckin mall
It’s murder, you bitches better understand
Muthafuck a plan, I’m bailin them bitches down where they stand
Ho, you shoulda ran, but then again, I wouldn’t advise you to
Cause a 44 is good to go when I’m bustin caps at fools
Sendin you hoes to school, but fuck the books and desks
No description, no police sketch, you bitch, and no arrests
Do your muthafuckin best to stop a villian on a killin spree
Livin is so fuckin hard, dyin is easy to me
Murder to the first degree, to me, gotta represent
Kill for dead presidents, and flint is sweet like peppermint
You never find my fingerprints so watch me get away
Murder victim found, killa, though, free just like anotha day
Hop up and the weight and get some yea back where I stay
The fiends are like mosquitoes, empty needles, alleyways
I’m goin through a thang, but take the pain, I’m a ghetto champ
There’s no qoute of law, my ho, neighberhoods are prison camps
Food stamps and drug deals is all a nigga know
Snortin cocaine got me addicted, nigga pass the blow
Comin in yo spot, with my Glock to make my getaway smooth
Nigga close yo eyes no surprise bitch BOOM, anotha stick and move
Chorus (2X): Movin in, movin out
Take your cocaine out your house
Shoestring: Hear no evil, see no evil
Bitch and I done got away
[Shoestring]
A gigiddy-gangsta from the streets, so muthfucka don’t make me bust ya
Buck ya down quick, then bury yo ass, and then I bust up
Like the fuckin terror that’s on the creep to put your town away
A silencer on that tip, so muthafucka there be no sound today
I’m takin you niggas to war, so playa hatas lock your door
A AK-47 left his brains upon the foor
I’m killin and dealin and fuckin around and frontin up out his stashes
3 killas with masses, all we leave is ashes
Take yo shit in dashes, now I’m finna cash this
The ??? for murder got me breakin out in rashes
So hide yo rocks and rings, cause Shoes finna fill yo ass with holes
Get you for your clothes and them rapports on your toes
Strechin niggas out like limo, that’s creepin down my block
Shoestring’s got a Glock, can you follow it
Swallowed by hollow point shot
Hmmm, betta watch yo ass, a killer’s creepin up from the past
My finger’s fast, and you done saw your fuckin last
Shoestring’s a killa, so don’t fuck with this grim reaper
Mo pop than a beeper, and’ll hit you with this street sweeper
Down where I’m dwellin, niggas sellin, and eyeballs swellin
Put snitches in ditches cause them bitches, they always tellin
My click is thick, so we be screamin, „Fuck the law!”
Creepin through states, it’s 3 killas, you ain’t never saw
Not from the Shaw, so what the fuck the source was thinkin?
Must of been drankin, and dankin, I’m a leave you stankin
Better fuck than your mother
The fuck than the nigga that’s Shoestring
Cut off your hand and all I want bitch is the rocks and rings
My Polo’s bloody, my case was lookin kinda muddy
Stuck with this bald head, fuck the dread, leave him dead
Rollin through sky, I’m so high, feelin this bent shit
Lookin through that tint shit, still kickin flint shit
S to the H to the O, to the E-S-T-R-I-N-G
96, pullin tricks, Ridin the deuce, with the dicks
Out the ass, so scuse me as I drops my groove
I’m dickin yo chick, my pocket’s thick
Nigga it’s time to stick and move
Chorus (2X)
[Ghetto E]
Ungh! Rat-t-t-tat-tat, I’m a take him up out his misery
Put his ass in a box, and leave him as a memory
(See when you sleep, that’s when we creep, ungh
Get off your toes, knock you off your feet) game I peep
I did not know him, but I met him, and now I got him
Master mass took my shit off, and then I shot him
Left him bloody with no money, cut off his pocket
Grab my Glock, cocked, and seen his head pop and dropped it
And now it’s rollin like a muthafuckin bowlin ball
(You sendin him who, you sendin him where?)
I’m sendin him to the graveyard
No time to play, Eric Dorsey’s on another mission
I call him Jody, he be Cody, Cody’s in the kitchen
Them niggas talkin, conversation kept em on the phone
Killa gone, grabbed my chrome, I’m in his home
Let’s get him gone, put him in a headlock
Till he heard him choke
Took the nerve that he used to oop my cane with
And I slit his throat
Creeped up on Jody, Jody’s dead, and now the shit is smooth
Got away with the money and the yea
Eric Dorsey’s on a stick and move
Chorus (4X)
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