Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niguz Talk Shit, artist - Black Moon. Album song Enta Da Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Niguz Talk Shit |
| Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA |
| Two to the head, I shot the bitch in broad day |
| No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks |
| I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks |
| Shit, killing every nigga in sight |
| Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite |
| Cause I’m a sick-ass nigga with no brains |
| Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains |
| Any thought I think, you blink and drink death |
| So I rip the mic and pat my nigga to the left |
| 5ft. |
| Accelerator, greater than your crew |
| Bring in your whole mob, motherfucker, you’re still through |
| Yo nigga, where’s my four-fifth? |
| I got more riff for any pussy niggas to forfeit |
| Bring it on, what, I got no shame |
| Buckshot’s in the house and you know my name |
| Niggas talk shit but that ain’t my steel' |
| Niggas talk shit but that ain’t my steel' |
| Niggas talk shit but that ain’t my steel' |
| I’m the type of nigga to put lead in your grill |
| Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick |
| Pass the automatic, I’m about to flip |
| And spray niggas with my vocal loco B comes express |
| Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest |
| And when I roll mad deep niggas back off |
| Fucking with Buckshot it’s blood you cough |
| I don’t laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt |
| But I choke a stunt if it’s beef she want |
| So bring the motherfucking arrow and I play Rambo |
| When I shoot the crossbow inside the ho |
| And her nigga, triggers I’m addicted to |
| Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew |
| You’re wack, face the fact, you’re all on my jock |
| To the um tic-toc, I don’t pop |
| So yo make way so I can make my debut |
| I’m funky but you’re Pepe Le Pew |
| Watch your mouth, nigga, I heard you’re talking mad shit |
| If you’re really on my dick, bend, take a lick |
| Here’s your choice cause my voice’ll break backbones and necks |
| Who’s next to flex and feel the wrath of my Tec |
| I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray |
| I murder then I drop dead bodies in the bay |
| Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk |
| Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk |
| I’m no joke, I flip the script like De Niro |
| I’m a four course meal, you’re a one dollar Hero |
| I’m sorta like the mob when I get the job done |
| Contracts and all that, guns, guns |
| So stay the fuck back or feel the heat from my gat |
| Buckshot Shorty, see I always stay strapped |
| With the nickel nine on my motherfucking waistline |
| Bitch, you know my name, bring it in |