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Sammy Da Bull - текст песни



Sammy Da Bull


All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill


Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal


Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal


Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still


Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real


I know it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill


If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch some steel


I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel








Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie script


No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips


Not a car, no bling, know a bougie bitch


You got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks


They whole cliques switch with boob and tits


If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - usually snitch


In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit


But if it come to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!


The mood is flipped cause spirits see the diaphragms


Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired hands


Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans


Government guide hands, with private plans


To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a scam


Cause we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin


Yell out we gon' strike again, so triflin


Got kids idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!)


Why you make a fake life in pens?


Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn


And as the streets keep tyin in


Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin?














Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy


a half a P; now the police is after me


Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only knew


Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you


Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like Samuel Bull


Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm announcin you responsible


And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' ass there


So what? Ain't nothin fair


When a nigga like you get carried away without your lips


And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin shit {AHH!}


I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day


witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's cursed anyway


You the one who can't count, so give my G's up (straight up)


And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up


That's why yo' broke ass could swallow these nuts


and folks ask, tryna follow everything that reads up


on your report you made, I will escort you to your grave


Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid?


That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live


Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}














If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers


Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers


Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth


Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon'll do


My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof


From the block to the jail or the booth


Bod boy image shall illuminate in silence


Gangsta, one that communicates through violence


Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile rappin


All on TV vest up and glocks go flashin


It's all actin - y'all just


don't see the director behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)


Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit


Where the masses have supportive recorded performance


There's enormous shortage of poor kids


with new deals, they will become distorted and tortured


And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block


I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot





(Is he still alive?)


(Yeah yeah, I think so)


(Alright great, let's sign him!)














Heh, aiyyo dig this


If you tell the masses, you tell the cops


But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star


Star; hey, write down "star"


Write down "star" on a piece of paper


Hold it up in front of you, right in the mirror


Put it in the mirror


Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU


We don't like you


Holla at me, fix it faggots..



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