Deadly Assassins Lyrics
| Song | Deadly Assassins |
| Artist | Everlast |
| Album | Eat at Whitey's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Freese, Maman, Schrody | |
| What, you think it can't happen? | |
| Soul assassins, two thousand, word | |
| It goes somethin' like this | |
| I'm Vision | |
| Quest, Fresh | |
| Fest era terror | |
| Krush Groovie like a low budget movie | |
| I'm Wild Style like | |
| Lee Quinones | |
| Stop ridin' on my cajones | |
| I talk with a speak that's much unique | |
| While you desperately seek for that | |
| Susie freak | |
| Yo, word to | |
| Rob One he used to like the big ladies | |
| My name's | |
| Everlast I started back in the eighties like | |
| All up in your nostril, actin' hostile, thirteenth apostle | |
| Going postal, | |
| Holy Ghost mode | |
| While you walkin' on the host strow actin' bicoastal | |
| Bitch, try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital | |
| Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle | |
| Put your money in the middle get broke like coal | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I'm Real, | |
| I'm Everlast and | |
| I'm takin' 'em all | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate | |
| I spit out the fire you won't know what hit | |
| Watch me lace you up quicker than the joint gets lit | |
| I got years in this shit what do you got a couple? | |
| If you gotta hustle, what do you want, trouble? | |
| Lookin' at the two who go way back like chucks(Way back) | |
| With a hand on the pump by the big black trucks(Fools) | |
| You can't trust a soul in the city of angels | |
| The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes | |
| I stained those with hot blood and changed clothes | |
| And main fools who wanna rock the same clothes | |
| And use the same flows, these unoriginals | |
| Niggas, all of a sudden if anyone wants to run up | |
| You get chastised and baptized and blood | |
| When the gat lies it don't matter, you scatter | |
| You run, you ungrateful most hateful leech niggas | |
| Swallow in your misery | |
| I'm out of reach niggas | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I'm Real, | |
| I'm Everlast and | |
| I'm ready to brawl | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I'm Real, | |
| I'm Everlast and | |
| I'm takin' 'em all | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate |
| zuo ci : Freese, Maman, Schrody | |
| What, you think it can' t happen? | |
| Soul assassins, two thousand, word | |
| It goes somethin' like this | |
| I' m Vision | |
| Quest, Fresh | |
| Fest era terror | |
| Krush Groovie like a low budget movie | |
| I' m Wild Style like | |
| Lee Quinones | |
| Stop ridin' on my cajones | |
| I talk with a speak that' s much unique | |
| While you desperately seek for that | |
| Susie freak | |
| Yo, word to | |
| Rob One he used to like the big ladies | |
| My name' s | |
| Everlast I started back in the eighties like | |
| All up in your nostril, actin' hostile, thirteenth apostle | |
| Going postal, | |
| Holy Ghost mode | |
| While you walkin' on the host strow actin' bicoastal | |
| Bitch, try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital | |
| Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle | |
| Put your money in the middle get broke like coal | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I' m Real, | |
| I' m Everlast and | |
| I' m takin' ' em all | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate | |
| I spit out the fire you won' t know what hit | |
| Watch me lace you up quicker than the joint gets lit | |
| I got years in this shit what do you got a couple? | |
| If you gotta hustle, what do you want, trouble? | |
| Lookin' at the two who go way back like chucks Way back | |
| With a hand on the pump by the big black trucks Fools | |
| You can' t trust a soul in the city of angels | |
| The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes | |
| I stained those with hot blood and changed clothes | |
| And main fools who wanna rock the same clothes | |
| And use the same flows, these unoriginals | |
| Niggas, all of a sudden if anyone wants to run up | |
| You get chastised and baptized and blood | |
| When the gat lies it don' t matter, you scatter | |
| You run, you ungrateful most hateful leech niggas | |
| Swallow in your misery | |
| I' m out of reach niggas | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I' m Real, | |
| I' m Everlast and | |
| I' m ready to brawl | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I' m Real, | |
| I' m Everlast and | |
| I' m takin' ' em all | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate |
| zuò cí : Freese, Maman, Schrody | |
| What, you think it can' t happen? | |
| Soul assassins, two thousand, word | |
| It goes somethin' like this | |
| I' m Vision | |
| Quest, Fresh | |
| Fest era terror | |
| Krush Groovie like a low budget movie | |
| I' m Wild Style like | |
| Lee Quinones | |
| Stop ridin' on my cajones | |
| I talk with a speak that' s much unique | |
| While you desperately seek for that | |
| Susie freak | |
| Yo, word to | |
| Rob One he used to like the big ladies | |
| My name' s | |
| Everlast I started back in the eighties like | |
| All up in your nostril, actin' hostile, thirteenth apostle | |
| Going postal, | |
| Holy Ghost mode | |
| While you walkin' on the host strow actin' bicoastal | |
| Bitch, try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital | |
| Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle | |
| Put your money in the middle get broke like coal | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I' m Real, | |
| I' m Everlast and | |
| I' m takin' ' em all | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate | |
| I spit out the fire you won' t know what hit | |
| Watch me lace you up quicker than the joint gets lit | |
| I got years in this shit what do you got a couple? | |
| If you gotta hustle, what do you want, trouble? | |
| Lookin' at the two who go way back like chucks Way back | |
| With a hand on the pump by the big black trucks Fools | |
| You can' t trust a soul in the city of angels | |
| The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes | |
| I stained those with hot blood and changed clothes | |
| And main fools who wanna rock the same clothes | |
| And use the same flows, these unoriginals | |
| Niggas, all of a sudden if anyone wants to run up | |
| You get chastised and baptized and blood | |
| When the gat lies it don' t matter, you scatter | |
| You run, you ungrateful most hateful leech niggas | |
| Swallow in your misery | |
| I' m out of reach niggas | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I' m Real, | |
| I' m Everlast and | |
| I' m ready to brawl | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate | |
| Two deadly assassins makin' the fall | |
| I' m Real, | |
| I' m Everlast and | |
| I' m takin' ' em all | |
| Just when you thought it was safe to make a tape | |
| Two deadly assassins sealin' your fate |
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