Jus Allah - 180º | Текст песни

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• Jus Allah
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[Hook]
I pull a .44 from outta the seat I body the beat
Clear nigga's outta the street [?]
Holler when it's time for the blood to get spilled
When the hammer cock, we don't care who we pop

[Verse 1]
I'm gun crazy that's how every rhyme has begun lately
I'm not somebody who cares a lot for someones safety
I'm not somebody who stops and makes a 180
I'm not somebody who has a job and a young lady
My shots starts spittin' till your body parts stiffen
Physicians is over your heart listenin
I like to let my gun stare in the face of a fallen victim
If he waits he'll want the hair of the dog that bit'em
But I never get a reply its eye for an eye
With me it's one spit and twice shy
Got a lot of guns in the supply
So I gotta wet niggas now
Can't wait till the water runs dry
It's bloodshed in the streets
I am indebted to the deceased
The dead can't rest without peace
I'm chased by the damned and the police
You do a lot of dirt you wake up with sand in the sheets

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My gat heavy I need a flatbed on the back of a Chevy
I need half of a second to be packed and ready
Then I'm out the door puttin' in time and labor
So if my gun over weight then I'm it's enabler
Cops chasin' me I can't escape my violent past
So I got to eat and run, or dine and dash
People wanna meet the man that's behind the mask
Cause my face been all over the simulcast
But I'm always outside I restrain the fight
Cause the best place to hide is in plain sight
I'm a machine my murders last days and nights
With no traces of DNA or data bytes
I heard cops coming I left the gun on the floor
I left a bucket of blood above the front door
Wish I was there, they probably were in an uproar
But we all square, all's fair and love at war

[Hook]