2 Pac & DMX & Snoop Doog - Bitch Please III | Текст песни

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Yeah whattup Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!
Ahhh! They didn't do it again,
what-what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
[Dre] Oh fo' sho'!
[Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here
What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie
Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre?
[DMX]
Its my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Every day I show another how I love a slaughter
Plug your daughter
Whith more holes than sponges
Attack the bitch and stop for the leach
With these, I shoot the breeze
And its thought, enough keys from the cubans to build a fucking fort
I'm caught up in somthing that I cant control
Trying to get a hold of a bank role and stroll
Catch bodies like a cold. And stay sick
So face it, make me chase it, I take your life and erase it
Waste it, in the fucking streets
Cuz It aint worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth
Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot
So I snatch up my man and hit the gambling spot
20 grand is got, one nigga shot one nigga less
What use to his chest, is a mess under his vest

Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)

And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
[Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance

[Xzibit]
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us
Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin with Puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon

Chorus

[Ja Rule]
E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars
Of murderous material, niggas venereal, diseases to me
And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees
Niggas want it with me, who I be?
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?
Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat
Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope
And leave niggas nodding out with no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
Niggas don't want it with me
J-the A-the R-U-L-E

[Tupac]
Now everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man's game
Tear that ass out the frame
How long will it last, nigga don't ask, just be first to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest

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