Оригинален текст
DMG
Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigg* yo!
And I'ma do ya bad, black
And when I come, I'm bustin up to hear me, black
Ya should of never let a nigg* see
if there was and girls and girls and that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age
and now I'm of-age I can't escape the fkin front page
So I guess that nigg* D is up to hit again
I kicks the funky s**t and coke, and stupid like I'm Gilligan
I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of comin back
nigg* lookin for they s**t, aggravated and p*ssed
they can't fk with my clique
I'm here to break em off for chunk
A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfkin punk
And I be rollin with the brass
Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a
pass, nigg*
Don't even stop to say 'Whattup?' cos I bust for the fk
And pay some quick to light a motherfker up
Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place
or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
nigg*, I ain't the one to take no bulls**t
Cos see a nigg* like the D is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya know
Sittin motherfkin smooth to the curb but you don't hear do'
Chorus:
I'ma bring ya to ya a**hole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that as* but still I see that you don't hear me do'
(But you don't hear me do')
Bring ya to ya a**hole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that as* but still I see that you don't hear me do'
DMG
It's time to fk em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigg*!
Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigg*
I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal
G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me do'
So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin sounds and it don't stop
So nigg* pass the swisha quick
and I'ma blaze til the motherfker burn me off my fingertips
Cos, see a nigg* gotta saty high
I try to smoke til I can't smoke and then I won't smoke
But still I got my fingers on my s**t
and click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, b*tch!
You tried to test the wrong nigg*, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas
Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool
but I ain't the average motherfker, I do the s**t that won't do
Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and grab his b*tch and do the same thang
And I will pain up the a**hole
Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me do'
Chorus
DMG
Ain't no mistakin what I'm bringin, you motherfkers still ain't had
enough
So I'ma continue to break you off for proper as* chunk
May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
Any way you come I'm in your motherfkin s**t, mate!
Huh, a nigg* bustin caps, smokin fires
quick to bring it to your as* and keep on goin til your as* die
And it ain't no runnin down dem backstreets
cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh, and still you wanna test a nigg* so
Audi 5, nigg*, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me do'
Chorus
Yeah, check it!