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Wu-Tang Clan – Kill Too Hard (Feat. Inspectah Deck & U-God)

Wu-Tang Clan
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исполнитель Wu-Tang Clan

жанр Старая школа рэпа,Классический рэп

длительность 02:49

размер 3.24 MB

битрейт 160 kbps

загружено Keits

Kill Too Hard (Feat. Inspectah Deck & U-God)
WU-TANG CLAN LYRICS "Kill Too Hard" (feat. Masta Ace) They told me, what happened, alright You're still young, and things like that always happen When you'll learn, then you'll know not to make those mistakes Really? These dudes don't want it with Deck, no, my set glow Hate it or you love it, but you gonna respect though You ain't got to know my name, check the blood, sweat & tears For years, niggas know I bang I'm a made [bad word] caking what you call a boss On my own two, never taking orders from ya'll What I spit, get the corners involved, it's wreck on the yard It's House Gang, son, it's more than hard The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe On the flip side, [bad word] it's them hammers and clips Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip Camouflage, with they hand on the grip Ain't nothing gon' stop kid from getting his due No, your feets not big enough to fit in his shoe I don't rock what you rap, niggas, they be pole On 'the wire', just not HBO They under fire, edge around the way we know They know they time up, guess that's why they hate me so But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal Warrior built, big shield and long sword One Six Ooh'ing it, doing it, king size Salutations, that's respecting the king eyes For those that follow my lead, attract to the light At the same time, marvel the speed I'm so dope, I can bottle it free The most influential, modern day murderous he Yo, deep in the bungalo, chopping the motherload Carving my own path, taking another road I need a son to soul, he brought the troops with him It sounds presidential, I got the [bad word] serum Don't want the booth near him, respect in the sabotage I'm on the patio, stretched in my camouflage And my grammar's hard, the Wolverine skeleton I be the yellow man, snatching on the other brand But on the other hand, light up the darkness I'm stir fried, [bad word] yeah, I'm heartless My apartment is a hole in the wall, [bad word] Pass me the rock, stop holding the ball I told you before, under worser conditions Chessboxing, [bad word] mic's a dead body position Aiyo, it's time to make cash dinero I'm going to the Summer Jam concert to bash your hero Lie up in your bedroom, smash your bureu We looking for the money, man, pass the Euro Apartment to pesos, pass the yen And, we don't want to have to ask again Cuz we ain't gon' be laughing then These three men, take on your whole staff and win Look, labels stay messing with a cat's future And that weighs on me heavy like Rasputia But I still keep spitting like a shortshop I'mma be sitting at the table when the cork pop You gon' be sitting at the table with a porkchop Lacking on the beat like a short cop It's your boy Ace, BK's own All you ringtone rap dudes, please stay [bad word] on
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