Текст (слова) песни: The Terrorists f Aftamath, Point Blank - Full Scale Attack

 
Bodies Still Drop 
 
 
 
[Aftamath] 
 
Back in `87 started slanging in the hood 
 
Sworn to the clique, now I`m in it for good 
 
Me and Dope, brothas hustling all the time 
 
Steve getting his, big rob, I`m getting mine 
 
Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel 
 
Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome 
 
3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes 
 
I`m coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son 
 
Managed to 27 and my life is still the same 
 
Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends 
 
Spent 3 months in a place like Sing-Sing 
 
Now I`m hitting top, jacking fake cops 
 
That`s the reason why, you know, them devils still drop 
 
La Cosa Nostra, a mafioso 
 
I`m riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low 
 
Devils run too, we get popped 
 
Dodies still drop... 
 
 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground 
 
brothas still slaves... 
 
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... 
 
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground 
 
brothas still slaves... 
 
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... 
 
 
 
[Point Blank] 
 
Yeah, fool, I`m back again committing a sin with the pen 
 
Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that`s on the fen 
 
Bought none in 9-trizey 
 
So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say 
 
Dissing my hood could be tragic 
 
So keep South Park out your mouth, I ain`t having it 
 
Yeah, I`m from middle north and in north they don`t play 
 
You get your ass knocked off 
 
for wearing your hat the wrong way 
 
Point Blank is in the house so give me my props 
 
Before I start blowing tops with Glocks 
 
Punks take my name and put a `10` in front of it 
 
They bittidy bittidy bit diss me 
 
but I ain`t supposed to say that 
 
But on the real, take notes what I`m saying, gee 
 
On the streets you can`t take my props away from me 
 
So when you not on a radio from 6 to 10 
 
I put some working on your ass and that`s on the fen 
 
Cause talking crap for 4 hours is not a carieer 
 
Like Jimmy O you be burning down clubs next year 
 
So when it all hit the fan you go waxed off 
 
Step in to my hood and get packed off 
 
Bodies still drop... 
 
 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground 
 
brothas still slaves... 
 
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... 
 
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground 
 
brothas still slaves... 
 
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... 
 
 
 
[Dope-E] 
 
The South Park streets, that`s where the Dope-E be dwelling 
 
So I let my nuts hang, peep the story that I`m telling 
 
The rap game is just like the dope game 
 
I show no pain and the darkside I blame 
 
Flames heat up from my heater, main 
 
Oooh ueee, I`m trying to show you that I`m a real main 
 
So don`t test me cause I already know the answers 
 
Suckers couldn`t rap, maybe they can be my dancers 
 
Anything goes and it goes where I`m from 
 
I never feel sorry for you fools coming to get some 
 
Get some, meaning yours is not mine cause mine is mine 
 
I`m packing a 9 and I ain`t blind 
 
And you try to understand these street rhymes battles 
 
Slipping into quick diss 
 
Step into the war zone, it`s on, there ain`t no neutral zone 
 
Stand your own and cover your dome, prone... 
 
But not to bad dreams, evil like steam and it seems... 
 
You wanna try the double team 
 
Get in your car, think again, take a long ride 
 
Avoid the homicide, don`t come to Park side... 
 
 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop... 
 
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground 
 
brothas still slaves... 
 
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves... 
 
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground 
 
brothas still slaves...
 

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