Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Left 4 Dead, artist - Skyzoo. Album song The Power Of Words, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Left 4 Dead |
| Yeah |
| EPMD, 9th Wonder |
| It’s crazy |
| New York |
| Charlotte, yep! |
| EPMD can hold you down baby |
| Uh |
| Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love |
| O.G. |
| from the golden era, duckin bullets and slugs |
| Meltin ice cream mugs, EPMD the niggas you love |
| New York Vice, tight like Crockett and Tubbs |
| Rarely seen but when seen on the scene (who you wit?) |
| I’m with Green, gettin cream, a +Wild Thing+ like Charlie Sheen |
| A «Wild Thing» like Tone Loc, I’m no joke, take notes |
| The rap intrepid, I blow on record |
| No boat, I’m still captain, what’s happenin |
| The big dawg of rap and the E Great Dane |
| My name is Hall of Fame, the game owe me some change |
| +The Collector+, Denzel director, go tell |
| Yeah mock bird with six shells, leave a smoky smell |
| Have you up in the hospital ringin the nurse’s bell |
| Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap’s, most dangerous |
| E and P and they both had stainless |
| Biggie Smalls and 2Pac — left for dead |
| Innocent bystanders — left for dead |
| Big L, Jam Master Jay — left for dead |
| The whole hip-hop culture — left for dead (oh, my, God) |
| Okay fun’s up (say what?) The reign son’s up |
| Hoes down, G’s up, yo let your guns bust |
| For the soldiers that fell, for the soldiers in jail |
| For the cats that ain’t makin it, dudes with no bail |
| Stand or die, yo I tell no lie |
| You get caught not tellin the truth they make sure you fry |
| Uh-huh, we won’t fry, cause we don’t lie |
| We ain’t change funk flow still same |
| Beats still knockin, we still rockin |
| Cats on the bozack, they ain’t poppin |
| Lil' things stoppin, and that means you |
| Cause we shuttin you down, for the underground |
| Run cats out of town like P.E. |
| we «Shut 'Em Down» |
| Bustin live rounds, straight gunnin now |
| Shhh, out in the open, rubber grip shit with red scope an' |
| Beware when you approachin |
| Yeah, call me S-K-Y, Z-O-O |
| They say the first line is probably the best line |
| I call it the set line it’s sort of the fetch line |
| But then the next line that follows the first line |
| Will body the first line and make it the worst line |
| So what it means is, whatever procedes this |
| Is above the previous, stepping stong weak shit |
| 24 leak shit, grind with a pen |
| And try to line up with the pen but it’s up where the nosebleeds is |
| S-K, the forechosen to cut 'cross |
| The last rapper for everyone you grew up on |
| I’m past better, my past letters is past headers |
| I’m a product of student money and black leathers |
| 7−1-8 shit, no better replacement |
| Started writin backwards, young’un letters is basic |
| Huh, different with a given goal the way I’m pitchin with it |
| Don’t take it to heart homey it’s «Strictly Business» |