Текст (слова) песни: Esham - Charlie Manson

I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated,
America`s most player hated and frustrated,
Suicide`s still on my mind, I comteplated,
Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated.
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated,
Everything I do in this life is still drug related.
Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I`m isolated,
Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated.
Check the condition, stiff body in position,
Body bag bloody from my murder composition.
Nigga`s on suspendsion, get `em broke like New Edition.
Peep the transmission, from the street politician.
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome,
I fill my chrome,
Chrome still shinin` and I`m grinnin` cuz my mind gone.
Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks,
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug`s hot,
I`m yellin` out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,

I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case,
Scrappin` for five dollas at night,
I hear nigga`s holla all in my head,
These bloody visions of my city streets,
That`s why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat.
Niggas`ll murder me if I let `em cuz they jealous, hoe,
Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird,
Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless,
All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I`m relentless.
The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath,
Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
Manic depressive, I`m the nigga with the death wish,
Snitch on me I`ll put a slug in your esophagus.
Don`t fuck around if you can`t stand the consequence,
Detroit niggas`ll make your punk ass past tense.
All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth,
Nigga`s been plottin` to murder me, but I murder first,
I`m yellin` out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Esham - Charlie Manson I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated, America`s most player hated and frustrated, Suicide`s still on my mind, I comteplated, Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated. Born and brought up in Detroit street educated, Everything I do in this life is still drug related. Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I`m isolated, Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated. Check the condition, stiff body in position, Body bag bloody from my murder composition. Nigga`s on suspendsion, get `em broke like New Edition. Peep the transmission, from the street politician. Pop, pop, pop, to the dome, I fill my chrome, Chrome still shinin` and I`m grinnin` cuz my mind gone. Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks, Number one way to kill a thug when the slug`s hot, I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die, I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die, I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die, I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case, Scrappin` for five dollas at night, I hear nigga`s holla all in my head, These bloody visions of my city streets, That`s why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat. Niggas`ll murder me if I let `em cuz they jealous, hoe, Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird, Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless, All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I`m relentless. The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath, Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths. Manic depressive, I`m the nigga with the death wish, Snitch on me I`ll put a slug in your esophagus. Don`t fuck around if you can`t stand the consequence, Detroit niggas`ll make your punk ass past tense. All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth, Nigga`s been plottin` to murder me, but I murder first, I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die, I`m yellin` out die! Die, die, die, die, die, die, Die, die, die, die, die, die! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Charlie Manson: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/11297.html Все тексты песен: Esham » Esham - Black Orchid » Esham - Slippin Out Amerikkka » Esham - U Wanna Know Something » Esham - Diggin on Da D-L » Esham - Dem Boyz (featuring Violent J) » Esham - Narration 3 » Esham - Mr. Negetivity » Esham - Dead by Day » Esham - Jackie » Esham - We Cumin` for U » Esham - Everyone » Esham - Fried Chicken » Esham - Crash & Burn » Esham - La La La » Esham - Knockin` Em Dead » Esham - How Do I Plead to Homicide » Esham - Sell Me Yo Soul » Esham - King of Hearts » Esham - We Gots Some Nonbelievers » Esham - Wish You Was Down Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Вайханский - О блондине, брюнете и утерянном берете (работа с рифмой) » Борис Надеждин - Посвящение Анне » Булат Окуджава - Простите пехоте » Булат Окуджава - Мартовский снег » Борис Вячеславов - Вот и встретились после зимы... » Борис Браславский - Рождение стиха » Булат Окуджава - Мы за ценой не постоим » Борис Вайханский - И догорит звезда » Би-2 - Изменники родины » Банда - Не любишь » Братья Грим - Снег и вечер » Булат Окуджава - Отъезд » Булат Окуджава - Зачем мы перешли на ты? » Борис Вахнюк - Что-то, в общем, не так вышло... » Борис Вахнюк - Так что это было?.. » Борис Вайханский - Дэнни Дивер » Булат Окуджава - Каравай (Стихи) » Булат Окуджава - Нужны ли гусару сомнения » Борис Бурда - Монолог биолога » Блестящие - Чао, бамбина
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