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No Warning
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Rap
No Warning è stato pubblicato il 11 marzo 1997 da Rap-A-Lot come parte dell'album The Untouchable
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Data di uscita11 marzo 1997
EtichettaRap-A-Lot
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM76

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Jordan
Brad Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scarface
Scarface
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Producer
John Bido
John Bido
Producer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Producer

Testi

It's the return of the real ****, with real shit
And when the smoke dies down there's still a **** left to deal with
This motherfucker standin' one deep solo
Exercising parts of the game but don't know it
I bring it to a motherfucker full throttle
And any motherfucker want pain I brought the full bottle
Now take you two of these and call me in the morning
Three times point blank range with no warning
****, I'm straight killer, slash for sure drama
And every motherfucker involved gon' face trauma
Punk, I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper or so
You bust your caps when you rap but I bust back at your dome
Bitch, and this is always all day killer
And bitches who be stressin' me out I get rid of
I'm still a, gorilla in these goddamn streets
Walkin' up on motherfuckers, and leavin' 'em sleep
We can ride, we can ride
But 99.9 of the time you gon' die
Die, die, motherfucker die
Motherfuckers crawl in my space they gon' die
I can't believe you hoes is playin' with this
But since you motherfuckers want drama I'm bringin' the shit
I got my dime down cocked and shine
Just a homie from the hood havin' paper still about the grind
What you thought this was ****? Some studio gimmick?
A motherfucker talkin' that shit and couldn't spend it?
Shit, I come around this motherfucker bendin' B's
And dare one of you hoes to come and fuck with me
I'm real with it
I warn you motherfuckers again
That if you step to me with ho shit I'm turnin' you in
Shot, and shot with five holes in your memory
And when you headed for hell you gon' remember me
The one MC who told you **** once
And after that he gave no warning he straight dumped
Punk, I got my mind all made up to go off
When bitches start to threaten my life I go off
Take a walk on the wild side
And all the coloreds go whoop whoop
When I come down in my coupe
And motherfuckers hatin' me come give it a try
But 99.9 of the time you gon' die with no warning
Dealin' with the killer with the strap
With no warning
Then all of a sudden homie blacks out
With no warning
And now you're dealin' with your out of body image
And all the pain you left in your life you're still feelin'
And everybody livin' must have thought it would change
Livin' fast and dyin' young's a part of the game
Now, pump your guns with the gang so charge
Turn around and empty this thing with no warning
Written by: Brad Jordan
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