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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Obie Trice
Песня: Pistol Pistol (Remix) (Eminem Presents: The Re-Up,2006)
Добавил: Гость
Obie Trice – Pistol Pistol (Remix) (Eminem Presents: The Re-Up,2006) 0(O trice common) Yeah niggas got me I'ma get em, it aint over [Chorus - Obie Trice] You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue You pray that I don't hit, I'm not equipped to miss you Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol [Verse 1- Obie Trice] I, solemnly swear on my daughters tears The nigga that got em in the head, and feel it before the year ends Hope you inconspicuous my friend Cause once the word get back, your in a world of sin Bullets will hurdle at him For try'in to murda whats been determined as the first solo African And go platinum with an accident, happened that But maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back My momma blood pressure was affected from that My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time, exact now Them nigga act wild But when the mac come out, you niggas X out Now I don't wanna hear X, Y , Z im X'n out your whole entity for try'in to kill meFilthy mother fuckers I'll show you what real be When these HTB‘s light up your kidneys I'm so sincere, you seein it hurts this year It's not a verse it's a curse from burse And whats on your purse And over hear, this is Obie here I'm clear Niggers bewhere I'm commin at you with firearms an here And your purpose on suprefinous, how can I be merciful When mercamies is a mercenaries gold Nigga I got paper, I'll have your urgently exposed No emergencies bringin back ur souls Slugs shatter your bone for pat pat me in the dome Learn is powderin We catch him at home, he rome That when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen Another dirty mother fuckers gone, YEAH! [Chorus - Obie Trice] You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue You pray that I don't hit, I'm not equipped to miss you Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol (Gun shot (screams in background)) Second rounds on me Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda Oh shit run Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda |
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