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No Warning

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Utwór No Warning został wydany 11 marca 1997 przez Rap-A-Lot jako część albumu The Untouchable

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumThe Untouchable

Data wydania11 marca 1997

WytwórniaRap-A-Lot

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM76

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Tekst Utworu

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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