- Paris Record Label Murder 歌詞
- Paris
- (Paris)
Now what would you do, if I blast
all up in yo *************t, mother************ * the whole staff
*************z know I flow, nine millimeter *************ttin slugs
Im seein bloody bodies on the mother****** rug
Six oclock be the time if its on let it be
You see it in my eyes, ridin through, hella deep
See, ******* ****** you aint gon do me like you did Da Lench Mob
Im decorated in this game, I played too mother****** long
Now - I aint gotta name nobody name
All Im knowin is the whole ****** roster is complainin
Talkin bout these white boys tryin to do promotion
And white ******* tryin to get ****** by these soldiers
Talkin with that slang like you down but now hold on
See now thats enough to get yo devil-ass stole on
****** with the wrong ******* ******, playin with my cash
Im known for puttin devils on they mother****** back
Blast through the front do, what the ********** *** Im posed to talk?
************* court, Ill be a dead ************* fore you walk
Brownout at nine, had no mother****** mercy
So who the ***y *************, ************* record label murder
(Chorus)
(************* label murder) Now we fin to start some *************t
(that ************* fin to start) Mother*******s shoulda quit
(better have a *********** ** money) Out for each and every dime
Seem like everytime I turn around
some janky mother******* tryin to take whats mine
(********* **** label murder) Got the whole ****** click
(that ************* fin to start) Now we fin to start some ********** ***t
(better have a ************* money) Got these *************z out the zoo for the job
Bow down, mother******* you can die when we start robbin
(Paris)
So many times I seen these *************z ** **** up out they chips
Cause they didnt know the game, only makin 10 percent
Dealin with these ****** jews, now you losin everytime
How many platinum **** *********z standin in the county line
Make you wanna get your brick and snatch his ass up out the car
Baby renegotiate, ****** with them Scars
Now you askin who Im talkin bout, homey you can pick
This whole industry got ************* *************t on whitey ** ***********
And then since Im a soldier known to speak my ****** mind
Ima put you up on game, everytime I start to rhyme
* ************ that devil get yo own man, learn about some *************t
Or be another broke ******* ******, tellin what he did
And now I think you know, that I really gives a *************
Fear no evil cause Im God, let that devil try his luck
Last man standin up, for the truth, say you heard it
These players gettin played homey, record label murder
(Chorus)
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