F**k Tony Montana-La Cosa Nostra/Sick Jacken Of Psycho Realm/B-Real of Cypress Hill

歌手 : La Cosa Nostra / Sick Jacken Of Psycho Realm / B-Real of Cypress Hill

专辑 : A Brand You Can Trust

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:23

DOLBY 杜比全景声下载

臻品母带下载

臻品全景声下载

臻品音质

HIRES Hi-Res 下载

FLAC 无损flac 百度云网盘下载

APE 无损ape 格式下载

320MP3 极高mp3 歌曲下载

128MP3 标准mp3 百度网盘下载

192OGG 较高ogg 下载

192AAC 较高aac 下载

96AAC 标准aac 百度云下载

TXT F**k Tony Montana-La Cosa Nostra/Sick Jacken Of Psycho Realm/B-Real of Cypress Hill 文本歌词

F**k Tony Montana - La Cosa Nostra/Sick Jacken Of Psycho Realm/B-Real of Cypress Hill

Ill Bill f**k Tony Montana

We kill kids if he did he'd still be alive

Al Pacino f**ked up twice

I'm a vet but Benny Blanco ain't taking my life

I'mma end up on the beach with my seed in my wife

One last hustle last hoorah move this last bundle

I caught bodies out here homie y'all can't fumble

Most of my felonies are legendary

That's why I put most of my enemies in cemeteries

I seen visions from beyond the grave burning in hell

Screaming in pain to God begging to be saved

This is purgatory another first degree murder story

They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me

That's when I blacked out pulling triggers like I was cracked out

Eyes bugging out my head tapped out

Schized the f**k out loced out coked out

Shinied up left you soaked the f**k up and smoked out

Everlast：F**k a motherless child

From a penniless home

I'm a heartless lion with an iron-jaw bone

I'm no Al Capone or Corleone

But I've been known to put a hit out on the microphone

F**k your time zone f**k your area code

I'll detonate my payload and watch it explode

It's a gangster boogie it's a soldier's hustle

Little bank take big bank if it got muscle

Drugs money sex revolution is next

This ain't strong-armed robbery

We got a small armory

F**k cracks and Glocks

We shooting back at the cops

Deep undercover like we running black ops

Battle cry singing you're on my dick swinging

Ain't nobody f**king with this drama I'm bringing

Some men are king and some men are peasants

So come kiss the ring bow down to the king

Sick Jacken：I'm from the double still I drop

I rep the bubble vest with a Glock

My trouble stem from all the death on my block

The meth and the rock got zombie armies set to pop

Jail cells are funeral plots they're stressed in a box

Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees

My hood's the Gaza Strip this raw sh*t's a part of me

A cult following martyrs me street life is haunting me constantly

Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me

A killer's lottery is roulette not on himself

That's when Russians test the Mexicans and see who's next

Hit the block and you'll catch two Techs

Nevermind where you're from

We're reacting 'cause we preview death

Drive-by murder hit with a live burner

You try to shake a barrel to buck

It's not heard of

You are not everlasting get slain by Ill Bill

One lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill

B-Real：There's so many ways to hustle man

I got them all locked

If you think about touching mine

The hammer's on cocked

Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind

We never stop the hustle get the paper and fly

That's life in the city sh*t is gritty no it ain't pretty

But we on the grind homie if you ain't rolling with me

When you against you just an enemy that might be a cancer

So then we're searching to remove your a**

Ain't taking no chances

In the darkest places ones with the unknown faces

'Cause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hating

You better take a look and recognise the monster created

I think we gotta choke them

We just elevated to hatred

What you know about survival

Ever struggle to eat

What you know about the poverty

Ever live on the street

When there ain't no opportunity trying to make ends meet

Then you become what they fear but they fear the elite

Slaine：Yeah

I'm a DMS soldier EMS hold ya

Now you're knocked the f**k out you need a rest

I told ya

Homie you don't walk with a lean on my shoulder

Scheming on your dollar fiending for a boulder

Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture

Who am I to revel

What I'm being is a vulture

On both coasts with the toast to roast you

My soul's so close to approaching hopeless

Flows so d**e I do coke to focus

The angel with the dust so the smoke is smoking

You loathe how I roll

It was so ferocious

I know this I always had a prose composure

Let the curtains close 'cause your shows is over

They'll be no more of you posers posing

It's raw uncut with a weapon to shoot

I'm the truth for the youth when I step in the booth what