Testo Magnum Force - U-God, Jim Jones & Sheek Louch
Testo della canzone Magnum Force (U-God, Jim Jones & Sheek Louch), tratta dall'album Dopium
Uh-huh, Jones
One-two, one-two, G's up, you know who I am
Jones, it's yours, man
Can it be it was all so simple? (No)
Imagine me in the Porsche when I spin through (We rollin')
I lost my fitted when the wind blew (Damn)
Damn, in Miami when we floss no rental
Lookin' for some ice cream (Uh), hooked on the night scene (Uh)
Way back when Eric B. was a mic fiend (Yup)
What about the pipe fiends? Got 'em in line (Line up)
Sell 'em all pipe dreams, I was on my grind (Yup)
Now I'm in my prime (Uh) like 36 Chambers (Woo)
Pull through your block with like 36 strangers
See it, we dangerous, give a fair warning
Party 'til the mornin', 'til the Lord's callin' (Go hard)
'Cause when it rain, it starts pourin' (Yup)
You niggas sleep like you snorin'
My niggas creep like they crawlin' (Ow)
Play 'fore you niggas (Oh)
How long could you pray for this nigga? (Yo)
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat to your skull 'cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes 'cause this time, you're gone
(You in trouble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Aw, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
Yo, there's danger when the beat loops, hard like Sheek Louch
God got a sweet tooth for white broads and Fleetwoods
Drive-by music, watch when the Jeep swoop
Three wolves jumped out, armored up, keep cool
Them dudes eat fruit, pick it right off the tree
Deep roots in the street, that's right, I'm a G
These boots done walked from the hill to France
Done shot up the dance hall, gorilla stance
Make killers glance, heads start boppin'
Police just watch, Glocks start clockin'
Foes can't block 'em, your spine is jelly
But mine is gully, my insides is ugly
And I shine with my hat low behind the skully
It's Zilla, Zilla with the monster belly
And my hand stay steady, I move in silence
But I'm ready to live like a Christopher Wallace (Yo)
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat to your skull 'cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes 'cause this time, you're gone
(You in trouble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Aw, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
Okay, uh, you ain't that hard to go against U-God
Nigga, I keep squeezin' 'til you dead or a bastard
Walk past your block with my Glock and my iPod
Hoodie over, bandanna and flip your lil' Rover over
If it's a jungle, I'm a silverback, strip down it
Aston Martin through the hood, fiends wipe down it
Real hip-hop you lookin' for, just found it
It's like punishment the way a nigga stay grounded
Humble, but I rumble, bang you
Throw up the W, nigga, Wu-Tang you
D-Block, I let it pop for the G-O-D
Mad bitches in the club, homie, you know me
I got paper, I urinate a couple G
Wife's lookin' like, "Who he supposed to be?"
Don Gorilla, a.k.a. Donnie G
Love crime, U-God, one more time, let's go
See me ride and creep through the night in the fog
Heat to your skull 'cause this time, it's on
(It's a jungle out here) Nowhere to run, you in the eye of the storm
Sing your goodbyes 'cause this time, you're gone
(You in trouble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door, show no remorse
Aw, fuck it, magnum force, get 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Lamont Hawkins, Sean Jacobs, Joseph Jones Ii
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