How Many MCs Songtext
von Black Moon
How Many MCs Songtext
I′m takin' you back, come follow me
On a journey to see a for real MC
The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy
But never sleazy when I get the flow, I′m Swayze
I break, you take
Whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes
The incredible, lyrical, and original
You're the killable if you wanna take a pull
Whatever I see I attack, tack
Fuck off my back black, nigga fuck that
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet
Another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss
But how many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
I can break it down like whatever you want
You run like this, I hit but I gets biz'ed when I'm pissed
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
Bitch, get off my dick
I open up and boot ′em up then shoot ′em up, whatever
I'm clever-ever ′cause I wear my leather in the winter
I enter the stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust 'em off sum′n awful
And then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin′
You shittin', ya ass thinkin', I see ya blinkin′
I wet ′em and forget I never should've met ′em
But he was talkin' shit to my man so I had to get ′em
Yep, you can get the fist, whatever
But how many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
I got a nigga on scope through the eye of a needle
But I had the nigga pucking on my desert eagle
Pain as a nigga brain I′m goin' insane
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty with the loot
Don′t try to walk with a switch bitch like you cute
You just couldn't let me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right
So fuck what you heard it′s about gettin' blipped
In 1993 motherfuckers get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
On a journey to see a for real MC
The mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy
But never sleazy when I get the flow, I′m Swayze
I break, you take
Whatever type of shit the nigga Buckshot makes
The incredible, lyrical, and original
You're the killable if you wanna take a pull
Whatever I see I attack, tack
Fuck off my back black, nigga fuck that
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the Hell
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat the feet
Another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye, direct hit, don't miss
But how many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
I can break it down like whatever you want
You run like this, I hit but I gets biz'ed when I'm pissed
Mister Buckshot rock it not quick
Bitch, get off my dick
I open up and boot ′em up then shoot ′em up, whatever
I'm clever-ever ′cause I wear my leather in the winter
I enter the stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust 'em off sum′n awful
And then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murder a murder type thinkin′
You shittin', ya ass thinkin', I see ya blinkin′
I wet ′em and forget I never should've met ′em
But he was talkin' shit to my man so I had to get ′em
Yep, you can get the fist, whatever
But how many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
I got a nigga on scope through the eye of a needle
But I had the nigga pucking on my desert eagle
Pain as a nigga brain I′m goin' insane
Pound after pound and come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the route and be jetty with the loot
Don′t try to walk with a switch bitch like you cute
You just couldn't let me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Pen predator, et cetera, yeah right
So fuck what you heard it′s about gettin' blipped
In 1993 motherfuckers get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
How many MC′s must get dissed
How many MC's must get dissed
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