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  • Текст песни Речь психически больных людей - болезнь Альцгеймера 2 часть

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    [Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
    *crowd goes nuts*
    [Scoob] Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
    [Scoob] Keep it goin!
    [Kane] Mister Cee..
    Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the crown
    [Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
    [Big] One two.. one two.. one two..
    [Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt
    Ready to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH!
    AWWWWWWWWWWWW SHIT!
    [Kane] Go Scoob!

    [Scoob]
    Check it, check it, check it, check it
    This here for the motherfuckin record
    Here we here we here we go, here we here we go
    Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
    chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
    Motherfuckin niggaz can't hang
    Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
    But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
    Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
    Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
    Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
    unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
    Hard like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
    When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN
    Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
    with dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
    Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the dough
    They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
    So dont try me, you better walk by me
    I'll do you like the first part in Menace II Society
    Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
    I'll shoot a hole in your toe
    I'll make you jump like the House of Pain
    Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
    Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't hang
    Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

    [Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?

    [Notorious B.I.G.]
    One two, one two, gonna do it like this
    WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
    WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
    We gonna do it like this
    Anytime you're ready, check it

    I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's
    Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
    You can't touch my riches
    Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
    Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
    The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
    That's how I got the weed spot
    I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
    Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
    So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
    I tote guns, I make number runs
    I give mc's the runs drippin
    when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
    Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
    My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
    Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo
    That's crazy blunts, mad L's
    My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
    Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
    I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

    [Tupac] Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!
    [Kane] What you gonna do with it Tupac?

    [Tupac]
    Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
    Throw your motherfuckin middle finger
    We gonna do this shit like this
    I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
    Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
    And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
    Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
    Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
    A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
    No matter how you try, niggaz never die
    We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
    You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
    Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
    And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
    Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
    Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
    Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
    In a high speed chase with the law
    The realest motherfucker that you ever

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