《Son Get Wrec》歌词

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[00:03:56] (Verse)

[00:03:56] This is a warning I advise you all to stay alert

[00:03:56] Yo Reals grab the nine cause it's time to go to work

[00:03:56] Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'me, then I just split 'em

[00:03:56] Besta believe that's the way you should've did him

[00:03:56] Backing niggaz down with the heat, feel the flame

[00:03:56] Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the pain

[00:03:56] I don't give a f**k, I never did, I never will

[00:03:56] A little Crooklyn knight ni**a with the skill to kill

[00:03:56] Which to the point I will extend the trey pound

[00:03:56] Nobody makes a move, nobody makes a sound

[00:03:56] Catch mad wreck, raise hell with my crew

[00:03:56] Chilling in the east as I sip on a brew

[00:03:56] *** no frills cause the dutch is the master

[00:03:56] An individual who blows up because I have to

[00:03:56] Bust mad shots, it's time for me to misbehave

[00:03:56] Whoever doesn't like it we can take it to the grave

[00:03:56] (Chorus 4x)

[00:03:56] SON GET WREC

[00:03:56] SON GET WREC

[00:03:56] SON GET WREC

[00:03:56] It's time for you to represent

[00:03:56] (Verse)

[00:03:56] I'm a grave digging ni**a that can hold his own weight

[00:03:56] They tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate

[00:03:56] They didn't think I had enough heart to set off the spark

[00:03:56] I'm a shorty getting naughty getting I'll after dark

[00:03:56] My eyes are bloodshot red

[00:03:56] All the hell I feel has set the stage in my kingdom

[00:03:56] And not your rule in every state, the war as begun

[00:03:56] I'm about just blow, so pass the hand grenade

[00:03:56] It's time to let you know my freaks do deeds, though

[00:03:56] Plus they will, three slugs through your grill

[00:03:56] The pain you will feel, rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama

[00:03:56] You acted like you want it, now you crippled like your momma

[00:03:56] (Chorus 4x)

[00:03:56] SON GET WRECK

[00:03:56] SON GET WRECK

[00:03:56] SON GET WRECK

[00:03:56] It's time for you to represent

[00:03:56] (Verse)

[00:03:56] Spread your wind and prepare to meet your maker

[00:03:56] F**king with the five, I'm like the average night taker

[00:03:56] Deaths in the street, in the borough known as Brooklyn

[00:03:56] Where niggaz lose they life and they get their sh*t tooken

[00:03:56] Guilters run it all, don't even try to riff

[00:03:56] Shoved down his throat was the nickel-plated 5th

[00:03:56] Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner table

[00:03:56] Went home, got the urge to watch a little cable

[00:03:56] Just lay your back, and think about the things that I do

[00:03:56] Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew

[00:03:56] Well my man Due, told me to met him at the spot

[00:03:56] Cause things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot

[00:03:56] Just the other day they raped a girl in the exit

[00:03:56] Put her in the dorm, now she three months pregnant

[00:03:56] Damn it's so real in the heart of buck town

[00:03:56] He'd better think before he dare to f**k around

[00:03:56] (Chorus 4x)

[00:03:56] SON GET WRECK

[00:03:56] SON GET WRECK

[00:03:56] SON GET WRECK

[00:03:56] It's time for you to represent