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X-ecutioners
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Live from the PJ's
Songwriters:Dennis Coles, Tarik Collins, Sr., Ronald La Pread, Gordon Odetta, Rayshaun Spain, Anthony Williams
One two, one two, one two, one two So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up? I said let the turntables talk for me at first And then I should finish the rest
Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini Dee
Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and shit Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz Throw bleachin'
Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it's time to leave
Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks And you know, I can't iron man garments, without the stars Just double park, give me ten minutes or less I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess
If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage
It's the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss
Say no more, let's motivate Trife, throw on your poker face Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place Yeah, it's lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorful
We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools And the grill's just cookin' up chicken and steak And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo!
Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, pealin' your face off Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm Shots follow the target, I ain't gon' chase ya'll Swinging aluminum bats, that's not for baseball
It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast
A million crabs in a barrel, try'nna make they splash Break away fast, nice brother's finish in last It don't, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast To handle your ass, frontin', I'mma take your stash
And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits This kid is a trendsetter, ya'll just misfits Black Thought, I've been better, ya'll just forgettin' shit Now it's a life or death predicament
I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' shit Then spit game, that's ridiculous, ya'll muthafuckas insignificant I'm three fifty seven, magnificent Stay playin', where them bad bitches is, you feelin' tonight
You know they feelin', let the semi automatic bend They fend to have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then
We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands That kick back, 'cuz, you and your mans'll get zapped
Just keep, thinkin' my peoples, and peoples'll toy with A cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin' it 'Cuz that's my pleasure, that's the people's enjoyment Gangsta's holla at me, if you seekin' employment
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