Rezitation X (6): "Warum der Torheit der Titel der höchsten Göttin unter den Gottheiten zukommt" / Musik: Romanesca

歌詞

(*talking*) Yeah, y'all niggaz don't really Want none of this yeah, hu-hu-hu-hu That's the sound of the battle cry (Daz) Motherfucker break yourself, I come for the fame and the wealth Beat your ass with a belt nigga, tell me how does it felt Bruise a whip, I kept it except Keep it underneath the seat of my ride nigga, you looking at death Notice the sign on the gate, don't beware of the dog Beware of the owner, on my mama you's a goner You just a punk motherfucker, I'm vicious with it Delicious with it, I'm fresh out of motherfucking prison with it On swoll, my ambitions is different behold My attitude is cold, I'll bust your nose I steal your soul, with what the reaper done sold Hotter than lava rocks, nigga hotter than cold I chew the game up, like button strings And I'm high as a kite, niggaz dying tonight When my move swang change, I prepare to get bang Cashing niggaz like change, I steal your chain Ha-ha ra-dadada-dane, ra-dadada-dane Listen to my AK, nigga go bang Jump up and act bad, it's Z-Ro and Daz For you niggaz with a badge your shit it gets bad (Hook: Papa Reu) Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war (3-57 and nines, are knocking down your door) Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war (It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door) (Z-Ro) Motherfuckers don't wanna go to war Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage Better be careful who you beefing with if it's me, your body gon be leaking bitch Call the plumber, and see if he could fix Ain't no closing up the holes, from a 4-4 My advice to the Z-Ro haters, keep it on the low I ain't playing no games, living under frustration and strain I'm agg'd The reason, why my darkened pants sag Blue and gray when I'm in your face, and everytime a nigga pass by Looking at my ice so hard, look like they got some glass eye Wish a nigga would, run up and be laying it down Locate his neighborhood, hop out and I'm spraying it down I'm a killer for real whodi, I'm warning you Cause I done connected, with cuz from California My nigga Da-i-Daz and he gon ba-a-blast, at your body Before it get bloody, give up the cash everybody And since it's a stick up on top of a grudge, so game over I'm sick with it and relentless, you know my name soldier Who that talking shit, catch your homie cause he fin to fall He don't wanna box with bullets, bigger than some tennis balls (Hook) Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war (Nine Millimeter, 3-57 this is war for) Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war (It's Dat Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door) (Thug Dirt) Y'all don't wanna go to war, I got killas that's so hard Sick with a pistol, even better with a sawed off Get caught with plex, talking loud on the set I'ma chop that ass down, while I'm screaming who's next You in the middle of a battle zone, your cover is blown We done found out where you live, now you can't go home Hot lead to your dome, you better run nigga run When I cock this shit back, automatics fin to come I'm sitting lovely with a full clip, about to let em rip Vest on like Vietnam, grenades on the hip Two extra nines, in the back of the whip A 25 in the glove, just in case I wanna bring my bitch You didn't need war but now you got it, somehow you gotta stop it Like a 16, you bitch nigga I'ma drop it I got heat like a frying pan, your eggs can't knock it Thug Dirt got bullets, like rockets blow (Hook)