Omerta Songtext
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Omerta Songtext
Grrt (war′s too nasty)
Sniper the blicky, gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt (rrah-rrah)
(BG4L, SG) twirl (gang, gang)
Why would I speak on what happened?
Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (he was lackin′)
Brand-new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments, on the ratchet (on a ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff, if we catch him in traffic (twirl)
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion
Spin it (skrrt-skrrt), first nigga I see in designer, I′m killin′, drill 'em
He with the treeshas, spin his Brazilian wig up (gang, gang, gang)
Brush ′em, up it, spin, dump it (rrah)
Hop out the black van, gun that boy down if he lackin', pluck him (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Jump in the bimmer, I′m with your treesha, she tryna eat up (skrrt, skrrt)
Bands just freed up (rrah), you the type to see opps and then freeze up (shine)
I think that it's time that we T up, still scorin′, 'til these haters D up
Twirlin' early mornin′, don′t do with informants (twirl, twirl)
We the ones performin', that′s why they need us
Why would I tell you the murders I did when I really be clappin'? (How you know?)
And no, I′m not doin' the feature with nobody ′less it's for backends
Yes, I be taxin', don′t care what you jackin′, I'm the teacher, that′s subtractin' the fractions
Took that boy gun off his waist, he was lackin′ (gimme that, gimme that)
Still on the run from the jakes, I ain't chattin′ (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine, talk tough, walk up and just whack him (rrah-rrah)
I am a killer, I kill with a passion, when will y′all see that it′s deeper than rappin'?
Mission complete, I am not with the actin′, heart cold like it's February (ice)
My gun game is hereditary, I got perfect aim, so I never worry (never worry)
I′ma drill 'em if it′s necessary, I'll not speak on what happened
Attention seekin' get you put in a casket, jails in the streets, know I′m active (active)
Know I′m cut from a different fabric
I don't bluff, ever said it′s up 'less you got luck, it′s 'bout to get tragic
Make you disappear, I′m a magic (shine)
Why would I speak on what happened?
Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (he was lackin')
Brand-new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments, on the ratchet (on a ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon′ be next in the spliff, if we catch him in traffic (twirl)
Shit′ll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it (skrrt, skrrt)
(War's too nasty)
Sniper the blicky, gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt (rrah-rrah)
(BG4L, SG) twirl (gang, gang)
Why would I speak on what happened?
Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (he was lackin′)
Brand-new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments, on the ratchet (on a ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff, if we catch him in traffic (twirl)
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion
Spin it (skrrt-skrrt), first nigga I see in designer, I′m killin′, drill 'em
He with the treeshas, spin his Brazilian wig up (gang, gang, gang)
Brush ′em, up it, spin, dump it (rrah)
Hop out the black van, gun that boy down if he lackin', pluck him (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Jump in the bimmer, I′m with your treesha, she tryna eat up (skrrt, skrrt)
Bands just freed up (rrah), you the type to see opps and then freeze up (shine)
I think that it's time that we T up, still scorin′, 'til these haters D up
Twirlin' early mornin′, don′t do with informants (twirl, twirl)
We the ones performin', that′s why they need us
Why would I tell you the murders I did when I really be clappin'? (How you know?)
And no, I′m not doin' the feature with nobody ′less it's for backends
Yes, I be taxin', don′t care what you jackin′, I'm the teacher, that′s subtractin' the fractions
Took that boy gun off his waist, he was lackin′ (gimme that, gimme that)
Still on the run from the jakes, I ain't chattin′ (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine, talk tough, walk up and just whack him (rrah-rrah)
I am a killer, I kill with a passion, when will y′all see that it′s deeper than rappin'?
Mission complete, I am not with the actin′, heart cold like it's February (ice)
My gun game is hereditary, I got perfect aim, so I never worry (never worry)
I′ma drill 'em if it′s necessary, I'll not speak on what happened
Attention seekin' get you put in a casket, jails in the streets, know I′m active (active)
Know I′m cut from a different fabric
I don't bluff, ever said it′s up 'less you got luck, it′s 'bout to get tragic
Make you disappear, I′m a magic (shine)
Why would I speak on what happened?
Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him (he was lackin')
Brand-new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments, on the ratchet (on a ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon′ be next in the spliff, if we catch him in traffic (twirl)
Shit′ll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it (skrrt, skrrt)
(War's too nasty)
Writer(s): Angel Joel Fuentes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
