Snuffed Out (Skit) Lyrics
| Song | Snuffed Out (Skit) |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Richard Bean & Patrick Charles & Method Man | |
| 作词 : Bean, Charles | |
| Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga | |
| Word.. it's like til death do us part | |
| Dedicated | |
| Peace nigga now we must part kid | |
| Yeah, fuck it, whateva | |
| We used to be tight, now it's shoot on sight | |
| Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night | |
| Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight | |
| but never lived the life? | |
| Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep | |
| Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece | |
| You survived my attempt to homicide | |
| Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side | |
| This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until you're gone | |
| Play around, with your life playa you won't live long | |
| Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn | |
| That's when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on | |
| Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon | |
| I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm | |
| I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode | |
| Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe | |
| Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks | |
| Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit | |
| Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through | |
| Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new | |
| That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too | |
| You went bubblin blue, it's dead on the avenue | |
| I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house | |
| So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out | |
| Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick | |
| in your girl's mouth | |
| Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out | |
| I'll see you nigga! | |
| Yeah, see you! | |
| See you! |
| zuo qu : Richard Bean Patrick Charles Method Man | |
| zuo ci : Bean, Charles | |
| Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga | |
| Word.. it' s like til death do us part | |
| Dedicated | |
| Peace nigga now we must part kid | |
| Yeah, fuck it, whateva | |
| We used to be tight, now it' s shoot on sight | |
| Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night | |
| Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight | |
| but never lived the life? | |
| Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep | |
| Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece | |
| You survived my attempt to homicide | |
| Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side | |
| This is how it' s goin down, ain' t no peace until you' re gone | |
| Play around, with your life playa you won' t live long | |
| Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn | |
| That' s when I swarm on your street dreams you moron | |
| Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon | |
| I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm | |
| I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode | |
| Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe | |
| Plus that click you run with, I heard y' all niggaz rub dicks | |
| Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit | |
| Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through | |
| Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new | |
| That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too | |
| You went bubblin blue, it' s dead on the avenue | |
| I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house | |
| So you could lay low, from your P. O., before you mashed out | |
| Then you went the wrong route, that' s why I threw my dick | |
| in your girl' s mouth | |
| Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out | |
| I' ll see you nigga! | |
| Yeah, see you! | |
| See you! |
| zuò qǔ : Richard Bean Patrick Charles Method Man | |
| zuò cí : Bean, Charles | |
| Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga | |
| Word.. it' s like til death do us part | |
| Dedicated | |
| Peace nigga now we must part kid | |
| Yeah, fuck it, whateva | |
| We used to be tight, now it' s shoot on sight | |
| Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night | |
| Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight | |
| but never lived the life? | |
| Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep | |
| Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece | |
| You survived my attempt to homicide | |
| Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side | |
| This is how it' s goin down, ain' t no peace until you' re gone | |
| Play around, with your life playa you won' t live long | |
| Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn | |
| That' s when I swarm on your street dreams you moron | |
| Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon | |
| I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm | |
| I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode | |
| Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe | |
| Plus that click you run with, I heard y' all niggaz rub dicks | |
| Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit | |
| Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through | |
| Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new | |
| That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too | |
| You went bubblin blue, it' s dead on the avenue | |
| I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house | |
| So you could lay low, from your P. O., before you mashed out | |
| Then you went the wrong route, that' s why I threw my dick | |
| in your girl' s mouth | |
| Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out | |
| I' ll see you nigga! | |
| Yeah, see you! | |
| See you! |
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