Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Son Get Wrec, artist - Black Moon. Album song Enta Da Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.10.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Son Get Wrec |
This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert, yo |
Reals grab the nine, cause it’s time to go to work |
Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'em, then I just split 'em |
Best to believe that’s the way you should’ve did him |
Backing niggas down with the heat, feel the flame |
Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain |
I don’t give a fuck, I never did, I never will |
A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to kill |
Which to the point, I will extend the trey pound |
Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound |
Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew |
Chillin' in the east as I sip on a brew |
Drugs no frills cause the dutch is the master |
An individual who blows up because I have to |
Bust mad shots, it’s time for me to misbehave |
Whoever doesn’t like it we can take it to the grave |
SON GET WREC |
SON GET WREC |
SON GET WREC |
It’s time for you to represent |
I’m a grave digging nigga that can hold his own weight |
They tried to flex on the Five now they lives is at fate |
They didn’t think I had enough heart to set off the spark |
I’m a shorty getting naughty getting ill after dark |
My eyes are bloodshot red |
All the hell I feel has set the stage |
In my kingdom |
And not your rule in every state |
The war has begun |
I’m about just blow, so pass the hand grenade |
It’s time to let you know |
My feats, too deep, don’t sleep, plus they real |
Three slugs through your grill |
The pain you will feel |
Rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama |
You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma |
SON GET WRECK |
SON GET WRECK |
SON GET WRECK |
It’s time for you to represent |
Spread your wings and prepare to meet your maker |
Fucking with the Five, I’m like your average life taker |
Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn |
Where niggas lose they life and they get their shit tooken |
Guilters run it all, don’t even try to riff |
Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated fifth |
Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table |
Went home, puffed the herbs and watched a little cable |
Just layin' back, thinking of the things I do |
Throw on my Timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew |
Well my man Dru, told him to meet me at the spot |
'Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot |
Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit |
Put her in a coma, now she’s three months pregnant |
Damn it’s so real in the heart of Bucktown |
Make a nigga think before he dare fuck around |
SON GET WRECK |
SON GET WRECK |
SON GET WRECK |
It’s time for you to represent |