Текст (слова) песни: RBX - BMS On the Attack

 
Yo man 
Brother Madness Style, c`mon, let`s let`s do this shit 
Motherfuckers done rolled on `em 
Nah nah it wasn`t the gangsters man 
It was, it was them motherfuckers, yeah (who was it?) 
(yeah, right right) Them motherfuckers, (??) 
(Shoot them motherfuckers man!) 
Yo yo, yo Create man, you got the strap? 
Rex T man, pop in the clip 
 
Give, give me the gun man 
Give me the gun that motherfucker is slippin 
 
One-eighty-seven 
 
[RBX] 
Fuck it! I gotta do this quick 
I grab my glock seventeen, the clip went click 
Dat-da-da-dot-da tec, perfect 
So I keep on I - pop him and drop him 
That oughta stop him from comin up blocks 
Dead in his tracks from stacks of facts 
Relax! I`m about to take my respect 
I lower, and aim straight for his fuckin neck 
Boo-yaa boo-yaa then I fade into the wind 
Hiden by the night, reflected by moon 
Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts 
Pistol cracks..
 

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