E-A-Ski - I.M.G | Текст песни

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IMG nigga, ha-ha
What? You ain't knowin' 'bout this motherfuckin' clique motherfucker?
Too many niggas you just can't fuck with
So you better bow down to this real motherfuckin' shit, nigga

Verse 1:

Niggas can't rest, they see death in the capital west
They just rest in pieces when I releases this stress
Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway
Raise the Mac-11 and see how many wants to die today
I don't play no games, I'm a playa so I peep it
Put one of your funky tracks next to mine and watch me heat-seek it
Kablow
All my enemies have been faded
Even rappers on tour never made it to they designated
Comin' through that east side Oakland with that drip-drop hip-hop
Watered down sound
That never made it to the underground
Nigga, my voice is more irritating than chlorine in your eye
Nigga, I'm from the I, M G, I'm S-K-I
A multi-talented minster music
Weed? I don't do it. Samples? I don't use it
Straight, original from this musical OG
Nigga, open your eye, cuz the I is in IMG.

(chorus)

IMG (for life, nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)
You raise your Glock at my clique (we'll take your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a bullet in your ass)
IMG (for life, nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)
You raise your Glock at my clique (we'll take your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap and leave a hole in your ass)

Verse 2:

I'm scopin' niggas out
Show me the trigger and watch me pull it, send a bullet to these
Rappers' mouth
So now, I gotta make my escape
Like Houdini the great
"O" is for original, "A" is for artillery, "K", that's for killa
Nigga, for my scrilla. Musical guerilla sellin' records by the milla
That's platinum, now nigga read my walls and lick my balls
Before your family be missin' you like Aaron Hall
Now, for all you do, nigga, this is for the bitch in you
It's part two to take a hit must I continue to bend you
I don't give a fuck if your whole crew defends you
I got a crew to, but I don't need 'em to get in you
You suck like the pink part of the pussy, fool
And your tracks ain't funky enough, because your ho keeps dishin' you
You double agents keep on spyin' me
But it really don't matter cuz they can't see that IMG

(chorus)

Verse 3:

Niggas be having they noses turned up like bitches
They must not know I work full time, dumpin' niggas in ditches
My name and my reputation speak for they self
The doctor should have told you Mr. SKI is fatal to your health
Or else, they should tell you I cause brain damage
I manage to rip MC's in half, before I vanish
Transparent. (I'm highly invisible and that's why you can't see me)
Lookin' wicked in a T-shirt and a black beanie
When I creep like TLC
I ain't 2Pac so keep your motherfuckin' eyes off me
I told you in the beginning,I'd blast if I have to
Now I have to, slap you up like the ho you are and mack you, nigga
And I ain't talkin' 'bout gamin' on ya
I'm talkin' 'bout mackin' you when that Mac-11 start flamin' on ya
You better keep your punk-ass from trying me
You better try a taste-test before you think of trying IMG

(chorus till end)

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