Testo Break - Oh No
Testo della canzone Break (Oh No), tratta dall'album The Disrupt
Gotta
Break, break, break, break, break, break
Break, break, break, break, break, break
These are the money, whips, bling, dough, weed, cash
Everything, gold, now, now, now, now
You, me, two, just, break
Now the nigga is older but not wiser
Plus the shine that he got now got him posing like Heisman
And the whole block watching that bling
Idolizing, describing the next move, digging his neck (Oh no)
DJ Battle (Stone throw) made his trunk corrode
When they see him, they firing shots
He aiming back to the block
He comes out for shows and tours and flows and occasional hoes
But these niggas set him up with the bad one after the show
She even went back to his home, perfect
Two in the morning, the plan is to run into the left bedroom
With the cats still fucking, then dump one in him
Dump two in him, fuck it, dump 'em all
'Cause this is for the fallen dogs that didn't make it through the war
A couple more hours and this animosity
Then run through the door singing
Lord, bless my soul
The devil got my heart all cold
And everything's a hold now
Break, break, break, break, break, break
Break, break, break, break
These are the money, whips, bling, dough, weed, cash
Everything, gold, now, now, now, now
You, me, two, just, break
Time to break, they posted up watching the house like shh
Don't make no mistakes, be quiet when you open the gate
They walk with confidence to the door
Heard slow music playing through the walls
The doorknob's unlocked just like expected
They crept through the crib undetected
Peeping through the crack, they seen him and that bad one naked
They gave him three seconds (Three, two, one)
Kicked down the door, break
Fell to the floor, dude was slumped all in the corner
Hands up trying to block his face from the bullet closer
With his eyes closed, visions of retaliation
The murder, the drama, the life that he lived had no honor
He'd been served by karma, gotcha
For the homies that's gone, they popped 'em
Left him on the floor, then they robbed him
Lord, save them
Lord, bless my soul
The devil got my heart all cold
And everything's a hold now
Break, break, break, break, break, break
Break, break, break, break
These are the money, whips, bling, dough, weed, cash
Everything, gold, now, now, now, now
You, me, two, just, break
Yeah, people, it's your boy Jumpoff Joe Beezy
AKA Regular Joe BKA that dude Jersey stand up, we back
Shout out to all my dudes over there at Hip Hop Gang
Holler at your boy
Gonna be seeing a lot of Joe Butt material on here
In the following weeks and months to come
Hi haters, 201973, 908
Stand up, yeah
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Writer(s): Jackson Michael Woodruff
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