Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Bible, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Special Effects, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2015
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
On the Bible |
Niggas in Missou ain’t changed |
Make ya have to let loose thangs |
Have you ever seen a MAC-11? |
New TEC-9 with the extension |
HK, AK-47 |
Mayday, man down, call the reverend |
I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings |
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings |
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings |
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings |
I felt like they tone said «I'm comin' to get ya» |
Well, that’s when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture |
And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya |
I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga! |
I swore to never let a man’s hand take me to my grave nigga |
With my fortune, I’mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga |
I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne |
That’s fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop |
So I’mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind |
It’s goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop |
Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles |
Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the |
Eiffel |
If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish |
The gun never loses, never give you the deuces |
Nigga, this is Su’Wu biz, ahh! |
Let me calm my nerves, I’mma simply put this on the word |
If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga |
like my ganja herb |
I’m on the verge, no life beyond the surge |
When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve? |
But a head stomppin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga?! |
Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga |
Got a problem, what he really wanna do? |
If you know like I know, then you know, true |
And niggas make songs but they really don’t do |
What they say, got guns but they really won’t shoot |
He afraid, I’ll lay a nigga down right now |
Face to the concrete, nose to the ground |
Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud |
And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed |
But a whole body down and a hole in the ground |
Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down |
Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it’s enough |
Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough |
And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up |
Ya pull that off, I’ll believe you ain’t soft |
Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys |
I’ll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes |
Don’t listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies |
How they got a bunch of guns? |
Shot 'em all a bunch of times |
I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines |
Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time |
I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies |
For the low, all my niggas had it for the high |
So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF? |
They should be them niggas, none of mine |
I know Young got it bout what he rap bout |
I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house |
Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ |
Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki |
Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead |
Like this, God, a nigga went and showed me |
Guess what I’m tryna say is, nigga, I don’t know you |
And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don’t want to |
Haahahahahaha! |
Man, we just killed a small village man |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
This hip-hop, aha! |
Love this shit |