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    Crucial Conflict

    2 Bogish

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Hook: x4]
    We bogus bogus and mafia!
    Say what?
    [Never]
    Stand tall when this shit jump off
    Better back back down
    Got a wild wolf pack attack
    We'll body snatch em, crack em
    Detach and smack em
    Run from the gun finna have you some
    Spin em around ready to drown em
    Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin
    Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
    Blindfold execution style
    Certified straight lunatic bucked
    Cook County bounty rowdy better be audi
    Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber
    Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers
    Ride, east coast west coast
    In the middle, down south, 2 bogus
    Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin
    Your trunk and we steady dumpin
    [Crunchy Black?]
    It's a motherfuckin stick up
    Giddy your shit up
    Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up
    Crucial Conflict, click I roll with
    Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up
    Gimme that money, ain't shit funny
    Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
    Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
    Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
    If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby
    If you know what I'm sayin
    Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin
    Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin
    Face down in the ground hopin dead they live
    You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal
    Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat
    But it ain't where you from it's where you at
    I'm in the golden, nigga
    [Hook x4]
    [Coldhard]
    Well if your city's hardest
    Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before
    Paid to do my same life
    Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do
    Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new
    We in the cell too
    We could get clink claks and thousand suits
    Lizard boots, a ring or two
    How you move to the blue, how you call us crew
    Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose
    Me and my down south niggas rule
    Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too
    [Juicy J]
    This goes out to all my niggas
    Flippin cheese and countin figures
    Put your boy up in the picture
    Knowin I wanna be down with ya
    Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas
    Clicked up like notorious killas
    Never focused, always bogus
    Blunts and guns is all we totin
    Constantly rollin, constantly rollin
    Tight on white but weed I'm smokin
    Every corner playas postin
    Eyes are red from dope we chokin
    All your hoes they blowin kisses
    Pay attention to our pimpin
    Flict, Nino, and the Juice
    We tear the club up thugs and bitches
    [Kilo]
    Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone
    Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
    Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin
    Dippin in my stridin
    Never slippin, just slidin, canivin
    Bogus bogus nigga hopeful
    Got that mossberg
    Send the word, Kilo
    Not because the mac spittin potent dope
    And this overdose, comatose
    We gon rush and drain your mind
    It's a Conflict in the ghetto
    And we livin in crucial times
    [Hook x4]
    [Lord Infamous]
    Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold
    We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago
    Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is
    Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..)
    I'ma let this mob take off
    Won't stop until I knock it off
    The left fill it up till it wet and erupt
    Erupt like muggin my type busta
    Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle
    Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little
    Feel my force, of course you're hoarse
    From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle
    Stabbin up through the ?vouches?
    Lord Infamous shock absorbin
    I'm squishin like project roaches
    Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus
    [Wildstyle]
    Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run
    Gun got me so gone hit em son
    We the number one young gun
    Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none
    Run up and get done punk
    Hit em up jump straight bucked
    When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk
    It's on fool pull the wrong move
    And soon lose ya like Lucifer
    In the middle make a fool of ya
    Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed
    Huh? Where ya nuts son?
    I got Chicago straight Chicago
    98 shit figured up on John Doe
    In the roll no flow peepin at all
    Close to coast close to crawl
    Bump em all, put em in shock
    Cuz ya can't walk or walk
    If ya know who the boss, pack it up
    Ya lost, say what?
    [Hook till fade]

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