Представляем точный текст композиции "Devastatin....thats Us!" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Da Beatminerz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Devastatin....thats Us!» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Da Beatminerz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Da Beatminerz - "Devastatin....thats Us!"
Lyrics to Devastatin....thats Us! : (feat. Black Moon, Lord Have Mercy) [Buckshot Shorty] Niggas get hurt on my block Niggas do dirt on my block Some push work on my block Little niggas hustle laptops, ragtops In the high-speed chase from the bad cops TNT, fuck that, they aint seein me The heat is in the seat of my three Nowadays deez pop niggas for no reason Like its nigga season, fuck that lets visit the precint Son I got the rubber gloves For the rubber grip snub in the jar by love I play the block like the cars I love The Gods love Buckshot regardless - I burn the hardest I used to be formerly know as the artist Know its back to Buck, I smack niggas what dont start it Cuz I play the block like corn stores Hardcore where my niggas hold rocks in they jaw [Chorus: Lord Have Mercy] Watch out, shut shit down - Thats us! Keep it King Kong, aim string long - Thats us! Gotta haul weight all day nigga - Thats us! On fire! - Thats us! On fire! - Thats us! We dont back down, we back em down - Thats us! Put the cash up, we mash it down - Thats us! Ghetto bastards, we crowd around - Thats us! On fire! - Thats us! On fire! - Thats us! [Buckshot Shorty] Its the block where we all hand and we all slang Shots to the mall nang, never ball rang Everybody got game, we hustle and muscle for fame Ghetto celebs, you know my name I put the work on it, I be the first on it And at the first of the month, Ill be the worst on it Them jealous niggas be gettin me hype Wanna make my block hot like my streetbike tailpipe Do what you feel like, cuz Ima still kill like Twenty niggas who feel hype, cuz Im still right One in ya windpipe, one hitcha real light Steak-n-cheese, aint no mistakin these We pop niggas and we pop deez Especially when we drop trees Fuck that, we pop with ease Nigga this is the block and shit dont stop Little use, got bullet proof suits to rock [Chorus] [Buckshot Shorty] Fuck actin like its all love, fuck that It aint all love when the guns off the gunrack Beef, been there done that Til that, a dude cant drill that Even if I never feel that But tickle the shit you come with or go with You like bleedin with no kit, useless If you got a choice choose this Crown Heights, Crow Hill, everything is Christmas for real We rob and steal Boost a little Lo a little Tom Hil We dont really wear Tommy Hil but everything we rock they steal Money is the root of all evil But the Devil aint a dollar bill You better get that money - Im gettin it I aint bullshittin it, Im tryin to get rid of it Every bit, every little cent in my bank account Fuck workin thirty years on the paper route [Chorus] [Lord Have Mercy] Yea, yo, yea Black Moon style, what Yea, yea, what, yea Beatminerz style, what, what Uh, uh, what Lord Have style nigga Uh-huh, uh-huh [ Devastatin....thats Us! Lyrics ]
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