Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Random Call, artist - Random Axe. Album song Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Random Call |
| Yeah… Yeah…Yeah! |
| I know we got you niggas thinking like |
| «A yo, what’s going on? |
| Sound like some end of the world shit.» |
| It’s not a fantasy. |
| Nope, it’s really going down. |
| Let’s do it |
| Who making hits like these? |
| Call up, nigga… nigga Sean P |
| Call up, nigga… nigga Guilty |
| 3−1-3 to the N-Y-C |
| Who making hits like these? |
| Call up, nigga… nigga Guilty |
| Call up, nigga… nigga Sean P |
| 3−1-3 to the N-Y-C |
| Yeah, I’m chemically imbalanced, you’re no challenge |
| I eat hot emcees like cold salads |
| I’m so valid, trust the word |
| Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb |
| Murder City madman stacking bills |
| Walk past the snakes and dap the real |
| Talk to me foul, I’ll clap the steel |
| The type of dude you’ll have to kill |
| We keep hunting, and if I’m breathin' (What?) |
| We won’t stop 'til the odds get even |
| Revenge is a dish served cold |
| So I wear coats and stay in murk-mode |
| Break bread, the flow is worth gold |
| The silver lining is his skin is bronze |
| So I ain’t have much to give to moms |
| But a headache… naw I’m on it, she’s straight |
| Yo, you can’t mess with the bomb shit |
| Me, Guilty & Black is aggressive content |
| No love letter rhymes & raps about chicks |
| Just a whole lot of drugging and thugging, that’s it |
| You can call me one-dimensional |
| But ain’t too much talking when a slug get into you |
| And don’t ask the god stupid shit in the interview |
| I grab Hex' sket then i’ll wet up your inner tubes |
| Bike-rider, Lance Armstrong nigga |
| Running out of air fam, can’t stand long nigga |
| Sean Price: the worst rapper, the purse snatcher |
| Smack shit out of you and whoever’s the church pastor |
| My hand in the collection plate |
| Don’t you ever disrespect the Ape |
| Sean P! |
| We just getting started. |
| Tell 'em! |
| BK & double three one is trouble |
| These one’s trouble, each one’ll crumble |
| Whole crews that front on old crews to fumble |
| Guilt run a play, P run a huddle |
| They say whatever but they like to mumble |
| So watch what they say. |
| Results: Guns, the muzzle |
| Blood starts to bubble |
| Random, Random! |
| Had to double our pay, so cash them out |
| It’s 'no dough, no show' don’t even go ask them |
| So, Bro this probably be bigger than my last one |
| Who ahead in the race? |
| Passed them |
| Hear it, now smash them |
| This that headbanger, no aspirin nigga |