Текст (слова) песни: Ja rule - First Degree

Da franchise-

Uh, {chuckles}

Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?

Fuck yall niggaz thinking, man? aint no violators except us man

Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh?

I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game

We want in man, franchise want in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face

Screaming for they mama,

Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist

Dont let this young nigga decieve you,

If you want beef then tell me where to meet you

Ill bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off

Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,

My niggas rock raw and stick barrel style

Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,

I got plans to spend a million and more

Before I hit a million and four, before death,

Pull a gun on me squeeze one in me

Im trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me

You just dont know what these streets have done to me, whats become of me

I was raised in a world so cold its numbened me, Im so dirty Im filthy

I done scared so many niggaz, its gonna take a scared nigga to kill me

If its murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz Im guilty

(chorus) x2

Ja rule-

Its murda, we gon leave you in, nigga

Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga

No more crying over spilled blood

Throw yo gunz if you a real thug

Uhh

Yo, you see yall sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four

Cause youse a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law

Ima seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door

Its not a game, pesci dont laugh no more, black tahoe

Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it

A nigga jinxed so theres a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit

You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies

Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name

Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the same

I let my niggaz hit this man, cause aint nuttin but xs on my hitlist, man

And Im a buisness man in the city, dont force the kid

Im a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig

Frontin niggaz, dont fake for me

Cause for them cakes Im running in yo bakery

Its murda

(chorus) x2

Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if theres any drama involved

We grip shotguns, maddex are the ones that revolve

See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk

And enough coke to have these blocks open for months

When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills

Act up and you gon see how many headsll get killed

Starter for war, dog Im holdin plenty of gunz

Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son

Bunch of violent niggaz taking your ones

Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?

I down henny till my vision is blurred

Shit Im only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl

Type of nigga thatll bag up yo girl and twist her

I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz

Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me

Im from brooklyn and Im glad to be (brooklyn!)

Its murda

(chorus) x2

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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: Ja rule - First Degree Da franchise- Uh, {chuckles} Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck yall niggaz thinking, man? aint no violators except us man Why these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh? I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game We want in man, franchise want in I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face Screaming for they mama, Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist Dont let this young nigga decieve you, If you want beef then tell me where to meet you Ill bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt, My niggas rock raw and stick barrel style Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw, I got plans to spend a million and more Before I hit a million and four, before death, Pull a gun on me squeeze one in me Im trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me You just dont know what these streets have done to me, whats become of me I was raised in a world so cold its numbened me, Im so dirty Im filthy I done scared so many niggaz, its gonna take a scared nigga to kill me If its murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz Im guilty (chorus) x2 Ja rule- Its murda, we gon leave you in, nigga Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga No more crying over spilled blood Throw yo gunz if you a real thug Uhh Yo, you see yall sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four Cause youse a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law Ima seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door Its not a game, pesci dont laugh no more, black tahoe Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it A nigga jinxed so theres a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit You know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the pies Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the same I let my niggaz hit this man, cause aint nuttin but xs on my hitlist, man And Im a buisness man in the city, dont force the kid Im a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig Frontin niggaz, dont fake for me Cause for them cakes Im running in yo bakery Its murda (chorus) x2 Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if theres any drama involved We grip shotguns, maddex are the ones that revolve See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk And enough coke to have these blocks open for months When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills Act up and you gon see how many headsll get killed Starter for war, dog Im holdin plenty of gunz Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son Bunch of violent niggaz taking your ones Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard? I down henny till my vision is blurred Shit Im only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl Type of nigga thatll bag up yo girl and twist her I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me Im from brooklyn and Im glad to be (brooklyn!) Its murda (chorus) x2 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни First Degree: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2023.html Все тексты песен: Ja rule » Ja rule - Put It On Me (Radio Remix) » Ja rule - Put it On Me » Ja rule - Im Real » Ja rule - It`s Murda » Ja rule - The Last Temptation » Ja rule - Its Your Life » Ja rule - Dial M for Murder » Ja rule - Smokin And Ridin » Ja rule - Ill Fuck U Girl » Ja rule - The Rule Wont Die » Ja rule - Fuck You » Ja rule - Intro » Ja rule - Down 4 U » Ja rule - Kill `Em All » Ja rule - We Did It Again (with Metallica) » Ja rule - Story to Tell » Ja rule - Pain Is Love » Ja rule - Never Again » Ja rule - we did it again \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Ja rule - Grand Finale Рекомендуем скачать: » Владимир Васильев - Рыбий фокстрот » Верка Сердючка - Люта бджiлка » Владимир Розенбаум - Баллада о рассейском Дон Кихоте » Виктор Шнейдер - (из цикла Тень) » Владимир Быченков - Чертенок » Валерий Митрофаненко - Дайте одиночества. А не то – погибну... » Владимир Высоцкий - Сегодня в нашей комплексной бригаде... » Валентина Толкунова - Стоят девчонки » Вероника Долина - Цыганочка Аза » Владимир Москвин - Сверчок » Владимир Бобриков - Черной повязкой на глазах... » Владимир Высоцкий - Жил я славно в первой трети... » Высоцкий Владимир - БОДАЙБО » Владимир Высоцкий - Я несла свою беду » Вероника Долина - Не боюсь ни беды, ни покоя... » Владимир Пресняков-младший - Подружка Маша » Владимир Высоцкий - Про первые ряды » Вадим Егоров - Монолог сына » Владимир Каденко - Пока свирепело начальство... » Валерий Меладзе - Как ты красива сегодня
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