- Royce Da 59" Bomb 1st 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It dont hurt niggaz, drama aint certain niggaz
But death is, so you gotta go and get em
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It dont hurt niggaz, drama aint certain niggaz
But death is, so somebody gon get it
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off
Get him, I dont wanna picture you pausin cuz
With you from the peddle to the floor
From the shovel to the fo fo, the devil only showed up for show
Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the, 'You wanna talk peace?' at home
Faces corps or face them in court
If you dont face em you gon pay, yo safety is short
I got a babe to work for the courts
Ima license plate number away from the front of your porch
Or from the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
Im the opposite of a lot of mouth
Its strange yall repent after saying my name
Im about to change it like Prince call me
The skit master, beef with the street trash
The leafs, the trees, grass at ya pad, hes mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass
Just let em have it and you can be the last one standin
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It dont hurt niggaz, drama aint certain niggaz
But death is, so you gotta go and get em
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It dont hurt niggaz, drama aint certain niggaz
But death is, so somebody gon get it
At night or in broad day, drive by, sittin in the bushes all day
However you hunt, go get em
The K, the AR, the pump, the hand gun
Get it done however you want, go get em
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go get em
The go-rilla, know he gon leave footprints
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger
I learned niggaz will turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night, its where you get chopped up
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might
Surroad through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on his dash board nigga, no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing a hundred and eighty five
In a land where the skinny niggaz die, you gotta
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It dont hurt niggaz, drama aint certain niggaz
But death is, so you gotta go and get em
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz
It dont hurt niggaz, drama aint certain niggaz
But death is, so somebody gon get it
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