Was haltet ihr von disem Text ? (hab ich und n freund geschriben) gegen ein ehmaligen freund .. ? (leute die was gegen rap haben können gleich ihren fuccin mauszeiger wieder zum x führen!) Who Fucc Ya,
bring ya azz under the cemetery ,
nîgga from now im your biggest enemy,
headshot from the sniper you go like kennedy,
call the police to protect ya azz
little snitch kai get harassed
i hope ya listin to this,
cause im killin this,
im here to bring your nemesis ,
for that beef with me,
you cant go on the streets
dont fucc with me your death is our beef
first i kill your crew
than the time is comin for you
little white snitch is a swag slave
kill you and spit on your grave
you die like pac and biggie,
cause when you fucc with me ,
you fucc with my city,
like biggie's juice ,
chillin with my cuz bruce,
you´re ready to die we are ready to kill you,
knock you out got blood on my shoes,
dont need a joke to laught about you,
yea you can dont stop , make a 187 on ya motherfuccin slxbk
yea you can dont stop , cause i make a 187 with my motherfuccin glocc
who fucc ya ?
throw you over the bridge like the mafia
light your ass up because im on fire
you need help get some guards hired
cause nîgga i fucc ya
you motherfuccer think you are fine,
nîgga dissin me but scared at the same time
im commin snitch its time for a crime
you gonna go to the police because of this rhymes
but i dont care cause im strapped with my streetsweeper and sum nines
my gang is go crippin' ,
my enemy's go rippin',
what up motherfuccer you stop dippin',
never be frind's you are slippin'
in my clique you ain't have a place,
cause you´re a snitch from your feet til your face
go back to your fake ass space,
you and your crew gonna get shot down
the smell of the death is above the town
fillin ya body with 12 gage rounds
i dont like talkin i love to let my glock bounce
yea you can dont stop , make a 187 on ya motherfuccin slxbk
yea you can dont stop , cause i make a 187 with my motherfuccin glocc