Ill Bill - Get Outta My Way (La Coka Nostra) | Текст песни

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• Get Outta My Way (La Coka Nostra)

[[chorus]]
[Everlast]
Get outta my way when I'm blastin my gun (Gun)
Got 99 bullets but it only takes 1 (One)
Got a Chrome .45, a razor sharp machete
La Coka Nostra the fucking world ain't ready

Get outta my way when I'm blastin my gun (Gun)
Got 99 bullets but it only takes 1 (One)
It's murder in the first, premeditated,
La Coka Nostra the fucking haters hated
[[/chorus]]

[Slaine]
Here comes the mighty, ones they call Whiteys,
This is cinematic but ain't directed by Spike Lee,
It's La Coka not 40 acres and a mule,
The corner hustlas on 40 quakers and a tool,
Breakin all the rules with the hammers in the baggies,
Since I moved to Southy(?) and my nanny used to nag me,
Do your homework, get off the street, read a book,
Instead I rolled around mutha fucka(?) need a hook,
And you should see the looks that I get when I'm walkin now,
You should see the respect I get when I'm talking, wow!
It's like the whole world spun around
rose off(?) the under ground, I suppose everybody knows

[Big Left]
Yeah, the sergeon general's seargent of arms,
Black ops is searchin, dropping hydrogen bombs,
Reconasince salute report a confirmed kill, record a
30 millimeter grenade launch a mortar,
You weak motherfuckers need to change your material,
Serial kill MCs disease veneral,
Imperial law, fuckin Big Left's a god,
Capo regeim, original Head Nod,
The all-American King of Late Night, Letterman,
Medicine for all of ya hip hop (?)
Razor blade in ya cheek, machine guns in the Jeep,
Jungle warfare using the streets, muthafucker!

[[chorus]]

[Ill Bill]
My words are mad detention(?) like a terrorist with nuclear weapons,
It's Ill Billion Dollar Bill and we're a useless(?) investment,
Behind every great fortune there's a shooter's confession,
If only the Lord knows don't continue to bless them, wet them,
With Holy water stolen (???)
(???)
It's the extra special, (???)
Porno director let bitches know if they have potential,
La Coka Nostra I walk around with the chrome,
Toast(?) the sold coke that my nose is totally fuckin froze
From the drug music, like the coke rock my uncle would smoke,
Got junkies doing the robot from bundles of dope

[Everlast]
I heard they don't wanna call it Hell's Kitchen no more,
I swear hip hop got me lookin at the front door,
I used to love her, now I wanna smother it
When I see all the bastard styles that she's mothered,
Fuck the Dhali Llama it's the drama starter,
I'll blow the spot like an Al Oxen(?) martyr,
Better lock up yo guns, hide away your daughter,
Keep the Irish boy away from the fire water,
Cuz the fire water gnome(?) the Irish man pain,
It's the samurai druid from the highland plain,
Like William Wallace, and Michael Collins,
Beat you down, scream all you like I'm Henry Rollins,

[[chorus]]

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