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Ll Cool J - I Shot Ya - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
Авторы музыки: James Brown, Poke, LL Cool J, Lyn Collins

Verse one: keith murray

Haaah! (wooooooo!)
Yeah(hahhahhahhah) l.o.d.
Keith murraydef squad
Mistamistamistamista smith
You wanna hit? (you wanna hit? )
Uhhgimme an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit
My style is all thatand a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your click holier than the ten commandments
Like redman I shift with tha ruck
If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [word up!]
No need to ask you who is heson I get busy
Scuff my timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [chicagolaany of them]
I'll have to norman bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause youse a freak by nature
Can't wait to face yamutilate ya
Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [word up!]
My verbal combat's like a mini-mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [blaow!]
Tha l.o.d. love good confrontation or vamp [word up!]
Break your concentrationmurder your camp
For tha jealousoverzealouswe fellaz
Blow the the spot like branford marsalis
Niggaz comin through and actin wild
Y'all commercial niggaz better have a coke and a smile
I shot ya!

Verse two: prodigy

YoI conversate wit many menit's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knewaiyyo you hear me friend? 
Illuminati want my mindsouland my body
Secret societytryin to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni'in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategicallythe g.o.d.
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinkerit coincides with my blinker
While you wondered what we sayin on the records real
Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal
My mobb is infamous just like the fuckin title read
You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed
Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----
But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)
But anywayback on the real side of things
My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word upit's real)
From my life to the paper (what)very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will s-h-i-n-e (shine babyjust shine)
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledgin this man as g-o-d
I shot ya faggot ass

Verse three: fat joe

Now who the fuck you think you talkin toI pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm joey crackmotherfuckers be like he's bad news
Runnin this racketfrom new york to montego
Slaughterin peoplebring a ton of keys from puerto rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger
Than these weaklingsseekinfor respect that ain't there
Knuckleheads bewarethere's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for funshotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of bacardi
Call the ambulancethis man's wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a gillette
Razorwhich I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatterat any ad outthat wants to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian
Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]
Joey cracka.k.a. kaiser ceaser

Verse four: foxxy brown

Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin minksflashin rings and things [what the deal]
Frontin hardcore deep inside the jeepmackin
Doin my thing fly nigga you a scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta'sget them niggaz for they chedda
Fuck itgucci sweaters and armani leathers
Flossin rocks like the size of fort knox
Four caratsthe ice rockspussy bangin like versace locs pops [what the deal]
Want ta the creepon the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexin raw dog without protectiondiseaese infested
Uhitaliano got the lucciano
I gets down fuckin with brown fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm jingling babyI got crazy dominicans who pay me
To lay lowI play slow
Roll with tha firmmafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga what tha deal
I shot ya!

Verse five: ll cool j

What the fuck?  I thought I conquered the whole world
Crushed moe deehammerand ice-t's girl
But stillniggaz want to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spotI make it hot for ya bitches
Female rappers tooI don't give a fuck boo
WordI'm here to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the month in the source for twenty years
Niggaz scaredI'm detrimental to your mental state
I use my presedential rolex to be debate
Niggaz fightglock cocked ya temple gets fucked
Mc'sthat fuck with ll they gets bucked
That's realwhat's up with that I shot ya deal? 
Light shitniggaz slip now how the bullet feel? 
New york appealin l.a. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang
That's factsniggaz don't recieve no type of slack
Cause if they dothey ass is always runnin back
Not this timebut next time i'ma name names
Llshittin from on top of the game
I shot ya!
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