Buddha Monk LAD (Lay A Nigga Down) текст песни, слова песни LAD (Lay A Nigga Down) Buddha Monk
Buddha Monk - LAD (Lay A Nigga Down)
I came from a wealthy family
I joined the Clan, because, I wanted to learn a special kung fu
To be a real expert, and an actual fact
I've just become a killer, killings, that's all I know
Death, everyday, another, but when Lee Ho died
And for the first time, I felt it pricked my conscience
And to hide to that one, we killed again
First Wan Fa, and then Ling Kong
(You just asked me, when will it end?
Well let me tell you, once an evil deed is done
Then it never ends, it goes on, and it will go on forever)
[Intro: Buddha Monk]
Uh-uh, it's the Z-U, Brooklyn Zu
We still one fam, this for my nigga Dirt Dog
Straight like this, nigga
[Buddha Monk:]
This one here is for you fake rap Picasso's
Living the lie, so, I hope your ass die slow
Couldn't connect blows, if you knew Tae Bo
Couldn't smoke on me, even if I was hydro
So why so, test those who may die slow
Cause right now you living the impossible
So dream on it, while my peeps scheme on it
Then lean on it, yo we deeper than Green Hornet
Who want it? That Brooklyn Zu shit, we on it
The murderous type flows, that move when the night glows
One false move, nigga, eliminate all flows
Better Duc-Lo, my four-four, make big holes
And I ain't mad, cause you living all lights out
Spending all your money and your wife is all piped out
Lights out, damn, right, we live the trife route
Might die one day, but living for right now
[Chorus x2: Buddha Monk]
You wanna beat the game? (Swing those things, those big things)
You want a fancy car? (Bust ya gun for who you are)
Go head, if he's bad (Paint the town red)
Go head, get the cash (leave you all dead, L.A.D. nigga)
[Buddha Monk:]
Now it be just like us, and guns we will bust
All hail Brooklyn, but fuck Babylon
It's the street code of silence, can't help that it's violent
Johnny cock the nine, lay that ass down two times
What's yours is yours, what's, mines is mines
That's bullshit, don't let me sneak that ass from behind
We those who creep, catch you in a deep sleep
Meat the grym reap, here to settle all your beefs, nigga
[Chorus x2]
[Buddha Monk:]
I am what I am, and my gun is my right man
But that don't mean, that you sleep on the left hand
Ask the last man, who tried to make a stand
Shake the right hand, but rough 'em with the left
It's the fat Al Pacino, making you lean slow
While we grow, ya'll niggas who know sequels
Riddle me this, riddle me that, I got the gat
Throw all your valuables, I got my eye on you
We do this shit, while we Remy, hear me piss
Pack with two clips, and then a knuckle twist
So don't miss, as we journey the new trip
To duck all rivals that smell when they snipin' you
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: Buddha Monk]
2G, uh, uh, Agent Stealth, Mr. Tibbs
Babyface Fensta, Buddha Monk, Drunken Dragon
12 O'Clock, Shorty Shitstain, Merdoc
The last warriors, the last mohicans
Zoo Keeper, Dutch Masta, K-Blunt, let me smoke some of that shit
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