Xzibit - Hurt Locker (Prod By Scoop Deville) | Текст песни и Аккорды

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• Hurt Locker (Prod By Scoop Deville)

All four pass force, to the left,
All resident pass force, to the right,
You Digg?

Welcome to my world of hurt,
Where I put in work,
I got guns that'll knock you off of this earth,
Stand up let your-self be heard,
I ain't hear one word,
Am just bringing through the crowd deserve.

Cause what you want, is what we got,
Once things begin, ma nigga it won't stop,
Lock down your blocks, lets flood the streets,
Now, welcome to the world, of Mr. X to tha Z.

Motherfucker & am back with a vengeance,
Black with the business, am a vet with a pension,
A man with a vision, am a man on a mission,
So crowd around listen,
This that hard-core,
Heavy head bang, you've been missing,
Go to Death-Con one, if you don't comply,
I might explode like a met lab, there is no rehab,
Bitches need knee-pads, a pound and some zig sag s,
That last like Ester James, am back let the cage rap,
Charles Bronson, visual Eddie Marksman,
Heartless,
Leave your intellect on your coffin,
I don't really start shit, I just like to finish shit,
This member with a hacksaw, getting rid of it,
Am so militant, you so Gilligan, killin it,
Heard you want the coast on your back,
Yo, be careful what you wish for, good luck with that,
You could be found in your trunk, with your chest collapsed,
Relax!

Welcome to my world of hurt,
Where I put in work,
I got guns that'll knock you off of this earth,
Stand up let your-self be heard,
I ain't hear one word,
Am just bringing through the crowd deserve.

Cause what you want, is what we got,
Once things begin, ma nigga it won't stop,
Lock down your blocks, lets flood the streets,
Now, welcome to the world, of Mr. X to tha Z.

Motherfucker & am made for the masses, chromed out classics,
Block after block, a park soldier Jurassic, camera s start flashing,
Everybody asking, harassin, suck my dick with six aspirins,
That ll keep your head tight, back from the afterlife,

Locked in ma hurt locker, building up ma appetite,
You Need your name in lights, when I just need a mic,
And, I can level any plane field like a sheet of ice,
it's going down like when you cup, and they read your rights,
Am going higher, better bail, if your scared of heights,
Am ritual killin prepare for a sacrifice,
Roll er like a paradise, loungin in paradise,
Jealous nigga s want to feed, like a parasite,
Burn leave your doral cigarettes, a just need a light,
A been around, seen the rest get shut it down,
Am stadium status, the crowd got to move NOW!!!

Welcome to my world of hurt,
Where I put in work,
I got guns that'll knock you off of this earth,
Stand up let your-self be heard,
I ain't hear one word,
Am just bringing through the crowd deserve.

Cause what you want, is what we got,
Once things begin, ma nigga it won't stop,
Lock down your blocks, lets flood the streets,
Now, welcome to the world, of Mr. X to tha Z.

Motherfucker & Am & Whatcha!!! Whatcha!!! Whatcha!!! Want
Whatcha Want!!!
Whatcha!!! Whatcha!!! Whatcha!!! Want
Whatcha Want!!!
Whatcha Want!!!
Whatcha Want!!! (Xzibit) Yeah!!!

A man dies once, a coward dies a thousand times,
Your bitch asses on (999) nine-hundred and ninty-nine,
You only got one more, you better make it last,
Before a lay this hurt locker, to your fuckin ass,
Lock, chop, choppers & chop, shop droppers,
Fresh state to state, until the fans came knockin
Call us in the clutch, when your shows ain't poppin
When your hoes ain't droppin when your flows ain't rockin

Welcome to my world of hurt,
Where I put in work,
I got guns that'll knock you off of

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