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lirik lagu massive heat – lord tariq & peter gunz

kurupt: uh, pg

verse 1: peter gunz

i walk holding my b-lls about an inch from the wall
keep b-tches hypnotized as if my name was biggie smalls
your girl’s a dime dipper, n-gga keep her head locked
trust gunz with your wife? motherf-cker bet not
sleep on peter g, please don’t ever doubt it
from here to new orleans, i’ll improve da bout it bout it
when a days i do a michael, to the days of being jailed
clash with thoughts that kept my fresh mind stale

bridge: peter gunz and kurupt

now, who you know, with a new york flow
that keeps a grower respect from california like i’m
snoop doggy dogg?

peter gunz:

well, i’m pete gunny gunz
for plenty ammo ammo
shove this pipe in yo wife
and watch her voice hit soprano
i got rhymes, c-ck mine
just sh-ts naughty gimmick
that n-gga that raps about it
but he do it in a minute
got schemes that’ll break yo wealth
break yo health
you see me comin n-gga
just break yourself, (break yourself)
a bronx tails like deniro
the girl call me, “hero”
bust a kids’ in the mouth in a 15-0-0
playas play on
hatas hate on
put my weight on
hit yo b-tch off
and then i skate on
lay on, me
n-ggas can’t touch this
try to rush this? (sh-t)
f-ck this
get the f-ck out of here, (you know what i’m sayin?)

chorus: kurupt
this is for my n-ggas holdin’ down the street
sellin’ drums hand to hand under m-ssive heat
cause a n-gga got to do what he gots to do
so if you that type of n-gga, then this sh-t’s for you
all my gun slingin’ n-ggas from l.a. to new york
who ain’t havin’ it, let the pistols spray then we talk
cause a n-gga got to do what he gots to do
so if you that type of n-gga then this sh-t’s for you

verse 2: sticky fingaz
this is the facsimile
you bout to get that -ss faxed
this is simple
and beat with bast
i got a little somethin somethin
for all you cats
and all you fleas
and all you cs, (all y’all)
midnight dark
c-ck back the spark
it starts sparkin
and everything’s dark
and i know where them n-ggas is at
there they go
gettin hit like, “where the homies at?
where they go?”
yeah n-gga
left all alone in the zone
where heads are flown back
bone flown in the zone
terrors, dripemental
tight and gigantic
t-tanium, subterrainium
t-tanic, it’s all loose
vanish and run ’em down, (what?)
peter gun and the down
full pound, full round
tariq stack the pockets of his pants
rob a fringah, (what?)
that’s what you get
for f-cking with n-ggas with
sticky fingaz, (yeah, yeah)
i though about it
and naw, i don’t doubt it
might get us
but don’t f-ck with us

verse 3: peter gunz:
gunz (7x)
movin and groovin
and showin (fade)
ay yo i blast in the door
everybody get the f-ck down
anybody move is gettin f-cked down
kurupt pull the truck round
blindfolded gag these n-ggas
grab these n-ggas
they move bodybag these n-ggas
that’s when they start b-tchin
like, “he said it, and he said it”
what the funny sh-t about it (yo)
they both gettin get it
do you head it?
it’s a lot fish
you might see the t-tanic
in this gigantic
but you’re dead n-gga in
five minutes

verse 4: lord tariq
ay yo gunz,i bust him in the mouth
give him new meaning to
“bite the bullet”
if he flips, i won’t think
i react just pull it
got to take 22 full clips
c-ck it back to you
next silly you
i’m k!llin you
you gettin blessed by the l-o
say h-llo to my big partner
yo with this heavy metal
i’m a rock ya
i tell yo f-ckin block, bring your guns
ya bring your goons
and i’m k!llin all 9 of y’all motherf-ckers

chorus

lord tariq:
ay yo i see 9 n-ggas
i got 9 shots, i gots to stay low
n-ggas know me from
robbin spots
better be get my rec on
got my vest on
my sh-t is reinforced
stick enough to stop teflon
they got about a key
in the corner
they sittin in a 3
in a quarter
on the way of the manslaughter
so i approach the man
the keys to the car, cash and the c0ke
get the f-ck on the floor
or get smoked motherf-cker
starin at the trees on my trucker
jumped in the 3, i hit a bruptner
i must’ve been doing about 80
some n-ggas gave chasin a mercedes
i’m laughin, (haha)
c-cked my nine, and start blastin
six to the chest
for being swift with the tongue
now you use a garbage bag
for a lung
you can’t f-ck with a gun
i’ve been in this game since ’81
lord tariq and peter gunz y’all done

- lord tariq peter gunz

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