Представляем точный текст композиции "Worldwide Thugs" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tragedy Khadafi . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Worldwide Thugs» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tragedy Khadafi передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tragedy Khadafi - "Worldwide Thugs"
Lyrics to Worldwide Thugs : (feat. CamRon, Killa Sha, RZA) [CamRon] Uh, thug shit, Killa Cam, thug shit Yo, yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death, eatin monkey brain Chunky change, call it, iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo Im like Hoffa, mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra, dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers, yall blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe Ill call Ladiesll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but Im in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but cant fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, aint goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, down with the QB mayor [RZA] Clear the interference...Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo clear the interference, special guest appearance Terms of endearment...(echoes) Clear the interference, special guest appearnace Terms of endearment, fresh like Wrigley Spearmint Purse pincher, Im underground like the Earth Ninja A bag of wet be my only mental thirst quencher I move slow on your mob, like The Blob To gobble up every square inch quarter yard Peach cobbler rap, Syberian panex Ginseng gets clacks, six-pack, battery pack Keep on goin and goin, devil knit this sewin MCs on the mic are takin flight like the Boeing Our bitch Jamie Sommers got the hot pink Hummer Plus I just bought a fat loaf of bread from Wonder Clan expands we outnumber every grain of sand in Sudan Flash the Wu logo on your hand Cats be talkin, Bobby I aint feelin ya But I bet if I was peelin your cap back with a two shot Dillinger Hot lead released from my cylinder Youd be talkin bout Bobby Im feelin ya! My intensity is the devil high density Make you serve a century in Killa Bee penitentiary Razor blade Papermate, cut through pages Cough up a lung and you spit like twelve gauges Elohim, black gods live from Queens Shaolin Island has been quarantined! [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, yo, whos responsible for the Oklahoma Bombing' I shot Kennedy, fleed the crime scene jogging Feds knew I did it still gave me a pardon For the way 2-5 just repped at the Garden Clappin D-Ts and kidnapped the sargeant Blazin warrants, squadrons, all departments Sneak heat through customs, secret compartments Spit that mobster god shit, crime squad shit Cock back with ease and squeeze on my targets Cant be destroyed by plague or epidemic Cripple any society, triple O menace Level 48 and the Feds rockin sneakers Tear through yall weak crews with heat seakers When we clap, bodies get rapped like fajitas Fowl Jesus, resurrect the crime thesis Platinum chain with baguette, prop the pieces Shorties call Khadafi, a foul papi Wont stop till the world immortalize Machti Arab-nazi, bulletproof Armani rain suits Skull and crossbone get blown with deuce-deuce I rep for bing mobsters mad at life Shootin videos in Sing Sing via satellite War tactics, with gats under the matress Yall bitch niggaz playin yall part, like an actress [ Worldwide Thugs Lyrics ]
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