When All Hell Breaks Loose Lyrics
| Song | When All Hell Breaks Loose |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Last Man Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
| No camouflage, better get the mirage | |
| Soul assassins squad straight from the garage | |
| Benjamin stacks, craps is what i play | |
| First dream：where's the cream so i can parlay | |
| Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed | |
| Crack packs flips, uh, while i moves the crowd | |
| Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those | |
| Hate to see me, too blind like stevie | |
| Greedy cause i'm needy for ash, gas and cash | |
| Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h. | |
| Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real | |
| ?four punks layin in your bumper?, so you're best to jump | |
| Bird thumps the fo' do' s-s, no stress | |
| D.a., no deal, uh, no contest | |
| False arrest like al capone and elliott ness | |
| You better be protected | |
| My barrel starts ejectin | |
| Reflectin on your past life as you pass through | |
| On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose | |
| (check it out) | |
| Shoot 'em up, oh, shoot 'em up, oh yeah | |
| Straps on our laps cause we just don't care | |
| Be the stick-up kid | |
| Look what i done did | |
| One times is hot, so i best stay hid | |
| Y'all don't know the story | |
| Be a hero and die for the glory | |
| Do-re-mi | |
| The c.p.t.'s the plantation | |
| That's hot and | |
| Nigga straight servin' the cotton | |
| Equal opportunity, no discriminatin' | |
| Serves the china white to whoever is waitin' | |
| Ain't no debatin' | |
| No player-hatin', son | |
| So best to run fast or get shot of the m-1 | |
| Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed | |
| But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed | |
| I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close | |
| Keeps the look out, strap's in your hand as you post | |
| Who's afraid of the big black wolf? | |
| Spittin', keeps hittin' from the top of the roof | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my nigga gon' clown when all hell breaks loose | |
| C'mon (shoot'em oh shoot 'em up) | |
| My nigga muggs one time | |
| Eihthype one time geah | |
| We be's the bomb, no shit | |
| Heavy weights, get it straigh, ?cap pound? the hood rats | |
| No needs to switch, still here's the click | |
| Any fool that's tryin' to regulate my bitch | |
| Keeps your mouth shut or hand over when we talk | |
| Po-po's every which way we try to walk | |
| One more body outlined in the chalk | |
| One more do' left open, so i can stalk | |
| Picked up in the back alleys by little hawk | |
| Drop me off in the cut, don't come back to this, dog | |
| Kill another nigga for hire | |
| Likes to draw blood, so just call me the vampire | |
| Through fire, y'all best follow the ricket | |
| Too sly, kinda slick, y'all rides the dick | |
| Knick knack patty wack | |
| Beware for the attack or the fuckin' car jack | |
| Oops... smacked upside your head | |
| Killin and killin until my appetite is fed | |
| When all hell breaks loose geah | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas gon' clown when all hell breaks loose | |
| Geah | |
| When all hell breaks loose uh | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas duck down uh | |
| Cuz we don't fuck around, geah, uh | |
| My nigga muggs in the house | |
| Soul assassins two times check it out | |
| You know how we do, you know how we do | |
| Uh, geah |
| zuo ci : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
| No camouflage, better get the mirage | |
| Soul assassins squad straight from the garage | |
| Benjamin stacks, craps is what i play | |
| First dream: where' s the cream so i can parlay | |
| Ain' t no joke ugh and no mistakes allowed | |
| Crack packs flips, uh, while i moves the crowd | |
| Popo be stoppin' the lowlows, fo' sho' those | |
| Hate to see me, too blind like stevie | |
| Greedy cause i' m needy for ash, gas and cash | |
| Same song like reruns of fuckin' m. a. s. h. | |
| Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real | |
| ? four punks layin in your bumper?, so you' re best to jump | |
| Bird thumps the fo' do' ss, no stress | |
| D. a., no deal, uh, no contest | |
| False arrest like al capone and elliott ness | |
| You better be protected | |
| My barrel starts ejectin | |
| Reflectin on your past life as you pass through | |
| On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose | |
| check it out | |
| Shoot ' em up, oh, shoot ' em up, oh yeah | |
| Straps on our laps cause we just don' t care | |
| Be the stickup kid | |
| Look what i done did | |
| One times is hot, so i best stay hid | |
| Y' all don' t know the story | |
| Be a hero and die for the glory | |
| Doremi | |
| The c. p. t.' s the plantation | |
| That' s hot and | |
| Nigga straight servin' the cotton | |
| Equal opportunity, no discriminatin' | |
| Serves the china white to whoever is waitin' | |
| Ain' t no debatin' | |
| No playerhatin', son | |
| So best to run fast or get shot of the m1 | |
| Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed | |
| But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed | |
| I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close | |
| Keeps the look out, strap' s in your hand as you post | |
| Who' s afraid of the big black wolf? | |
| Spittin', keeps hittin' from the top of the roof | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my nigga gon' clown when all hell breaks loose | |
| C' mon shoot' em oh shoot ' em up | |
| My nigga muggs one time | |
| Eihthype one time geah | |
| We be' s the bomb, no shit | |
| Heavy weights, get it straigh, ? cap pound? the hood rats | |
| No needs to switch, still here' s the click | |
| Any fool that' s tryin' to regulate my bitch | |
| Keeps your mouth shut or hand over when we talk | |
| Popo' s every which way we try to walk | |
| One more body outlined in the chalk | |
| One more do' left open, so i can stalk | |
| Picked up in the back alleys by little hawk | |
| Drop me off in the cut, don' t come back to this, dog | |
| Kill another nigga for hire | |
| Likes to draw blood, so just call me the vampire | |
| Through fire, y' all best follow the ricket | |
| Too sly, kinda slick, y' all rides the dick | |
| Knick knack patty wack | |
| Beware for the attack or the fuckin' car jack | |
| Oops... smacked upside your head | |
| Killin and killin until my appetite is fed | |
| When all hell breaks loose geah | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas gon' clown when all hell breaks loose | |
| Geah | |
| When all hell breaks loose uh | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas duck down uh | |
| Cuz we don' t fuck around, geah, uh | |
| My nigga muggs in the house | |
| Soul assassins two times check it out | |
| You know how we do, you know how we do | |
| Uh, geah |
| zuò cí : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
| No camouflage, better get the mirage | |
| Soul assassins squad straight from the garage | |
| Benjamin stacks, craps is what i play | |
| First dream: where' s the cream so i can parlay | |
| Ain' t no joke ugh and no mistakes allowed | |
| Crack packs flips, uh, while i moves the crowd | |
| Popo be stoppin' the lowlows, fo' sho' those | |
| Hate to see me, too blind like stevie | |
| Greedy cause i' m needy for ash, gas and cash | |
| Same song like reruns of fuckin' m. a. s. h. | |
| Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real | |
| ? four punks layin in your bumper?, so you' re best to jump | |
| Bird thumps the fo' do' ss, no stress | |
| D. a., no deal, uh, no contest | |
| False arrest like al capone and elliott ness | |
| You better be protected | |
| My barrel starts ejectin | |
| Reflectin on your past life as you pass through | |
| On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose | |
| check it out | |
| Shoot ' em up, oh, shoot ' em up, oh yeah | |
| Straps on our laps cause we just don' t care | |
| Be the stickup kid | |
| Look what i done did | |
| One times is hot, so i best stay hid | |
| Y' all don' t know the story | |
| Be a hero and die for the glory | |
| Doremi | |
| The c. p. t.' s the plantation | |
| That' s hot and | |
| Nigga straight servin' the cotton | |
| Equal opportunity, no discriminatin' | |
| Serves the china white to whoever is waitin' | |
| Ain' t no debatin' | |
| No playerhatin', son | |
| So best to run fast or get shot of the m1 | |
| Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed | |
| But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed | |
| I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close | |
| Keeps the look out, strap' s in your hand as you post | |
| Who' s afraid of the big black wolf? | |
| Spittin', keeps hittin' from the top of the roof | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my nigga gon' clown when all hell breaks loose | |
| C' mon shoot' em oh shoot ' em up | |
| My nigga muggs one time | |
| Eihthype one time geah | |
| We be' s the bomb, no shit | |
| Heavy weights, get it straigh, ? cap pound? the hood rats | |
| No needs to switch, still here' s the click | |
| Any fool that' s tryin' to regulate my bitch | |
| Keeps your mouth shut or hand over when we talk | |
| Popo' s every which way we try to walk | |
| One more body outlined in the chalk | |
| One more do' left open, so i can stalk | |
| Picked up in the back alleys by little hawk | |
| Drop me off in the cut, don' t come back to this, dog | |
| Kill another nigga for hire | |
| Likes to draw blood, so just call me the vampire | |
| Through fire, y' all best follow the ricket | |
| Too sly, kinda slick, y' all rides the dick | |
| Knick knack patty wack | |
| Beware for the attack or the fuckin' car jack | |
| Oops... smacked upside your head | |
| Killin and killin until my appetite is fed | |
| When all hell breaks loose geah | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas gon' clown when all hell breaks loose | |
| Geah | |
| When all hell breaks loose uh | |
| When all hell breaks loose | |
| All my niggas duck down uh | |
| Cuz we don' t fuck around, geah, uh | |
| My nigga muggs in the house | |
| Soul assassins two times check it out | |
| You know how we do, you know how we do | |
| Uh, geah |
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