Текст, перевод и аккорды “M16”
- feat. Trae, P.O.P. [Hook] M16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, ever bumber clot run Keep my hand, on my gun whoa [Trae] I don't think they want the beef, cause these type of problems ain't fin to go away These friends I'm packing with me, remind ya don't ever fuck with Trae And if these bitches get up in you, ain't no need to pray Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away I still post up, and let niggaz know I don't bar a thang I'm gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch I make it rain And it ain't nothing that can stop it, I promise you that I put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat Pat Now if they really want it, these niggaz gon have to get it I'm trying to put something on your mind, just so you don't forget it My M16, will be the reason niggaz take a loss When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch'll rearrange your house The shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWAT But even what they got, will give it up cause these bullets be hot I'm like original roster, who wanna run with me Cause what I'm bringing out, don't think they wanna fuck with me [Hook] [P.O.P.] I keep a heater, but I'm known for my murder 16's Killer speaker killer beats, so I murder 16's So they M16's, tote a M16 I call it my bodyguard, cause they instance mean In the streets of the city, it ain't no love Them boys'll fuck you quick, without no glove I'm riding, in haters road blocks Them jackers don't stop, they'll blaze your whole spot So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock And them Orville Redenbach glocks, is on pop So P.O.P., I will P-O-P 'Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on me In the H to the T-X, you better pray or be X'd They don't play you'll be next, you better raise your protection Yes son, and just to see another day it's a blessing So I keep a weapon, my [Hook] [Z-Ro] Is it me glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope Me M16, taping off the murder scene Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine Me people don't even play me close, cause them don't know me Me don't want no company, me kick it with me lonely And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me But my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a Christian But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking Made me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody lately And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety Ru-run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass down Ru-run up on me twice, I'ma heat your ass down Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah [Hook - 2x]
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