Eminem & Royce Da 5'9 - Gun Harmonizing (DJ Lennox Mix) | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin' my fiend murder
Communicatin' while you debatin' usin' machine squirters
Brrrap, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga
That fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin' at you, you cold stiff up
My heat, heatin' my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin' like it's a morgue zipper
Riding around with Preem
Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK"
'Bout to change the game. 'Bout to fly the desert
Eagle for y'all people. Like the wing's the clip
And the barrel's the beak. My apparel is fleece
I'm adorned in diamonds, Im a Pharaoh deceased
Like if Spawn was rhymin'
And I would advice ya not to tempt to
New Temptations, the gun harmonizin'

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home
Security that can't even stop us because they know
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go
Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .44's
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!!!

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died we'd be sittin at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger finger nail you
As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber
Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod
As sure as Satan's tongue lyin to God, everybody dyin
It's like you standin in a circular firing squad
Singers for hire I find him a job
You see the gauge baritone, the revolver's a tenor
Way the shots spin your body I'mma call 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind and Fire", put you beneath the earth, wind and fire
Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns. I named 'em Romeo and Juliet
Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!

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