Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fucking Up the Program, artist - Natas. Album song Blaz4me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Fucking Up the Program |
Fuck the dumb shit, this is what I come with |
Who wanna ride along wit me as I run shit? |
Hoes play the back and get mack slapped |
Niggas better know the fact that I’m strapped |
And I ain’t havin that |
Don’t tamper with a maniac, cause he’s aiming at you for the kill |
Drop, duck, and kneel and get fucked if you will |
In Detroit, I’m like a devil in hell |
Chillin' in the streets givin these fools the creeps |
Now it’s time to roll down the Ave. with me |
Don’t joke and laugh with me, nigga I ain’t happy |
You in my face, get out or get knocked out |
Pick up the album if you wanna know what I’m about |
Mastamind, the manic motherfucker |
The games master’s in this bitch, playin these fools like suckas |
What the fuck? |
Another ugly duck with no luck |
Rest in peace, with no beef you got fucked like a slut |
Young punk, you ain’t shit 'til you in the chalk |
Dead bodies get dumped, so I bring the dead body funk |
Now they after me for my blasphemy |
But damn, I am what I am nigga, I’m fuckin up the program |
«Fuckin up shit ain’t shit but a killin» |
«Fuckin up shit ain’t shit but a killin» |
«Fuckin up shit ain’t shit but a killin» |
«Fuckin up shit ain’t shit but a killin» |
(TNT) |
Motherfuckin up the program, fuckin up your industry |
Niggas on my dick, but they ain’t no fuckin friend to me |
Niggas ain’t no kin to me, ain’t got no love for 'em |
Fuck that bitch, Nina, cause I gotta snub nose for her |
Boom, boom, boom, on that ass till ya drop dead |
Killa killa cop, cause I want that fuckin cop dead |
Mommy, mommy, mommy, why does TNT have a bomb? |
Why does he run with Mastamind and Esham? |
Blood’s on my hands, I think I killed a man, damn |
Wasn’t in the plan I ran, cause I’m fuckin up, fuckin up the program |
(Esham) |
Fuckin up the program call me the Son of Sam |
The unholy black devil nigga, that’s who I am |
What I’m speakin’s blasphemy, blasphemy’s what I’m speakin |
My suicidal recital, so vital minds weaken |
My Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde a suicide |
I drive you to suicide, so come along for the murder ride |
Here come the voodoo child to crucifix the mix |
I fuckedadid up the program, wha-da-da-dang ya |
I’m a fuckin head banga |
So tell me why you fear what you hear |
Mr. Kill the fetus is back, black I told you last year |
Murder me man, shit God damn you better murder murder me man |
Cause I’m fuckin up the program |