Текст песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - Death Dance
Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks
That`s real
Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it
Uh-huh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Never had a life, never had a wife
I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night
See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)
This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks
Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back
It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what
So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic
Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight
It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool)
Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands
`til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks
We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots
It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs
Plus I, I handle this like I handle that
I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact
You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs
How many times must I have to spit, patna?
And how many nines must I have to grip?
Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick
And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma
I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober
[Chorus] x2
Do the death dance, (C`mon)
Do the death dance, C`mon
I don`t wanna see your hands
Do the death dance
[Verse 2]
See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil
Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil
I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too
You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool
I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route
Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about?
I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna
I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana
Crooked like every daytona, get that
Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out
Put one in, take one out
I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)
I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news
It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too
He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy
And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty
Aight, everybody get ready
[Chorus] x2
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Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks
That`s real
Bout to show you somethin` new, don`t worry about it
Uh-huh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Never had a life, never had a wife
I`d rather have a jack knife and creep through the night
See my mind ain`t right, just ran out of my Prozac (damn)
This grind ain`t right, I`m supposed to have fat stacks
Certain people in my life, they didn`t have my back
It`s hurtin` deep and I`m still fightin` to make a come up, you know what
So I put the gun up, and I picked up the mic
Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight
It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool)
Do the death dance, I don`t wanna see your hands
`til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks
We tote glocks and punch holes in `em like polka dots, scopin` plots
It`s nothin`, I handle raps like I handle lacs
Plus I, I handle this like I handle that
I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact
You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs
How many times must I have to spit, patna?
And how many nines must I have to grip?
Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and I hit up your block quick
And if you can`t see it you must got glock-coma
I`m sicc in the head and I`m not sober
[Chorus] x2
Do the death dance, (C`mon)
Do the death dance, C`mon
I don`t wanna see your hands
Do the death dance
[Verse 2]
See, I`m try`na do damage to your soil
Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil
I`m hard-boiled like John Woo, smoke bomb too
You must be off that dope and dog food, I can make it all cool
I`ve been stressed out, lookin` for the best route
Sendin` out death certificates, what`s this all about?
I`ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna
I had a close relationship with straight gin and Mary J-uana
Crooked like every daytona, get that
Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out
Put one in, take one out
I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh)
I`m that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news
It`s cold blue and I can make your body cold too
He ain`t the only one, we got heavy right out the Chevy
And it`s a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty
Aight, everybody get ready
[Chorus] x2
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