Kira Bi bka Joghe Blaque
Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 9:56 pm
new to the site, ready to get it in
$GMB$
*40 Cal worried instrumental*
we takin' ova/GMB hit harder than that cocaine cut wit da bakin soda/
da waitins ova (yes sir), the games is ova/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next
da next nigga put my name in his mouf; shit, im a shoot his brain out his mouf/all da way from da dinner table, leave a fuckin stain on da couch/ fix myself a plate then im out/ cuz niggas think they hard; (niggas think they so hard) until their muthafuckin kids get napped, outside playin in the yard/ then i take em to the woods leave em there to starve/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next
you betta know blaque is here/ i got gunz that'll toss ya body to the outer limits of the stratosphere/ bounce off the moon, re-enter earth and burn to a crisp as it travels thru da atmoshphere/ yall aint know i be so hood/ i got ya hands in da air, like da ref when the field goal's good/ come up off dat cake now, a chi-town shakedown/ niggas think they fly,is @ da bottom of a lake now/ yall niggas strait hoes inside/ so killin you gay niggas is da true meaning of a homo-cide/bouncer aint check me i got da 4-4 inside/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next
1st a nigga get his neck slit, then i let da tech spit/bitches start screamin, niggas runnin for da exit/& that lil bird im wit; grab him by his tie and pull dat shit tighter than a muthafukin tourniquet/
i got door blocked so nobodys leavin/if i hear 1 of you muthafukas sneezin/coughin & weezin; if i so much as hear 1 of yall breathin then im a start squeezin/you starin death in da face, take a look in my eyes/ dont be surprised aint nobody leavin alive/ im screamin die muthafukas,die muthafukas, DIE!!!!!!!/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next//
$GMB$
*40 Cal worried instrumental*
we takin' ova/GMB hit harder than that cocaine cut wit da bakin soda/
da waitins ova (yes sir), the games is ova/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next
da next nigga put my name in his mouf; shit, im a shoot his brain out his mouf/all da way from da dinner table, leave a fuckin stain on da couch/ fix myself a plate then im out/ cuz niggas think they hard; (niggas think they so hard) until their muthafuckin kids get napped, outside playin in the yard/ then i take em to the woods leave em there to starve/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next
you betta know blaque is here/ i got gunz that'll toss ya body to the outer limits of the stratosphere/ bounce off the moon, re-enter earth and burn to a crisp as it travels thru da atmoshphere/ yall aint know i be so hood/ i got ya hands in da air, like da ref when the field goal's good/ come up off dat cake now, a chi-town shakedown/ niggas think they fly,is @ da bottom of a lake now/ yall niggas strait hoes inside/ so killin you gay niggas is da true meaning of a homo-cide/bouncer aint check me i got da 4-4 inside/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next
1st a nigga get his neck slit, then i let da tech spit/bitches start screamin, niggas runnin for da exit/& that lil bird im wit; grab him by his tie and pull dat shit tighter than a muthafukin tourniquet/
i got door blocked so nobodys leavin/if i hear 1 of you muthafukas sneezin/coughin & weezin; if i so much as hear 1 of yall breathin then im a start squeezin/you starin death in da face, take a look in my eyes/ dont be surprised aint nobody leavin alive/ im screamin die muthafukas,die muthafukas, DIE!!!!!!!/
and you gonna be wonderin what is he gonna do next//