Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mechanic, artist - Young Buck. Album song The Taped Conversation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: cashville
Song language: English
The Mechanic |
Niggas trying to front? |
We move on them |
One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them |
Next day we outside like who want it? |
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them |
Yeah, niggas want to front? |
We move on them |
Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them |
Next day we in the hoopties looking for them |
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them |
I’m the Mechanic |
I use the hammer to fix shit |
I be on that sick shit |
I come through to spit clips |
(Called the mechanic |
Niggas on that snitch shit |
Talking that slick shit) |
I know how to fix this |
With a hard head; |
a nigga head open, he soft |
I provide these services, we breaking them off |
I’m a familiar face from the land of the lost |
I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss |
It’s like every now and then I’m back to being a Mechanic |
I split a nigga head, I’m a grease monkey with it |
My Momma told me «Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us» |
The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn’t get us |
Man, they don’t understand, we were just trying to make it |
But where I’m from if you want shit, you got to take it |
I’m a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles |
My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets) |
I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas |
But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me |
I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi |
You asking about Nedgme, they know me |
I’m the Mechanic |
I use the hammer to fix shit |
I be on that sick shit |
I come through to spit clips |
(Called the mechanic |
Niggas on that snitch shit |
Talking that slick shit) |
I know how to fix this |
We don’t play that pussy shit. |
We move on them |
We put that work in. Nigga, we move on them |
Shorty, I know you ain’t scared. |
We move on them |
Here, the hammer right here. |
Now move on them |
Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up |
I lost my path in the dark, I’m lighting niggas up |
I’m the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball |
Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those? |
I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt |
A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall |
I say «Get'em!» |
they get to killing like I’m running the court |
Then get down with these around. |
The hulks in your throat |
This is not amateur night and this ain’t the Apollo |
Ain’t nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow |
Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming |
So if you want for me that homicide, I’m gunning |
I’m the Mechanic |
I use the hammer to fix shit |
I be on that sick shit |
I come through to spit clips |
(Called the mechanic |
Niggas on that snitch shit |
Talking that slick shit) |
I know how to fix this |
Money buys guns, paranoia comes |
When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run |
Friends turned foes, Daddy girl’s turn hoes |
In the penitentiary hearts turn cold |
Some turn snitch for State’s evidence |
While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich |
When the drama comes they way they don’t fucking panic |
They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics |
I’m the Mechanic |
I use the hammer to fix shit |
I be on that sick shit |
I come through to spit clips |
(Called the mechanic |
Niggas on that snitch shit |
Talking that slick shit) |
I know how to fix this |
I’m the Mechanic |