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    Текст песни Shabazz The Disciple - Terror In The City

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    * EP on Red Hook Records

    "You know you done real good not to say anything to the man."

    [Chorus: Shabazz The Disciple]
    Boyakah! Boyakah!
    I leave your brains on the fuckin curb
    I'm causing terror in the city
    Boyakah! Boyakah!
    I leave your brains on the fuckin curb
    I'm causing terror in the city

    [Shabazz The Disciple]
    Sending niggaz to the Pearly Gates
    I'm psyched out I got screws lose like Norman Bates
    Shoot shit up like it's a gallery
    Blowing snakes heads off just to earn me a salary
    Devils choke from the gun smoke
    Once I'm prevoked, I shove a fifth long down your throat
    And let you taste the steel
    Another body unidentified, shipped from the pot of spill
    Your punk-ass'll get out dramaed
    I'm swelling devils melons up for my man Ford Mohammed
    Get a crew and try to surround me
    And one by one, I light y'all up and send your asses to King's County

    [Chorus]

    [Shabazz The Disciple]
    Sort of a remorse supplier
    You want a nigga banked? Fuck Spencer, 'bazz for hire
    Murder is my desire, and if you think I'm a liar
    I'll send your ass to Hell's fire
    Chop down MC's like trees
    Possessed by my knowledge of thirty-two degrees
    I'm a lord of son, not a mason, mars son
    You better take precautions when I step into the Diamond swarming
    And come equipped or your shit'll get ripped
    And stay the fuck out of my face with all that Adam and Eve shit
    I know you're wondering why I'm flipping
    Cuz I got beef with the devil and you fit the description

    [Chorus]

    [Shabazz The Disciple]
    Sending niggaz to the Pearly Gates
    I'm psyched out, I got screws lose like Norman Bates
    Shoot shit up like it's a gallery
    Blowing snakes heads off just to earn me a salary
    Devils choke from the gun smoke
    Once I'm prevoked, I shove a fifth long down your throat
    And let you taste the steel
    Another body unidentified, shipped from the pot of spill
    Your punk-ass'll get out dramaed
    I'm swelling devils melons up for my man Ford Mohammed
    Get a crew and try to surround me
    And one by one, I light y'all up and send your asses to King's County

    [Chorus x2]

    [Shabazz The Disciple]
    Putting niggaz in wheelchairs, laying up with a shitty
    Try to react, I'll blow your chest out your back
    Finish you off with a slug to your hat
    I know you're wondering why I'm flipping
    Cuz I got beef with the devil and you fit the description
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