Текст и слова песни Body Count – My way
Yo it s my way, no way,
get dumped on the highway.
Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray.
Yea, you re gettin drowned in the blood,
a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs.
Yo, it s my way, I slay, I play, you stay down,
you fuck around in my town, you drown.
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck that,
we come back through,
murderin your crew - what!
You don t know shit about my lifestyle, it s buckwild,
late night gunfights, three strikes, I d rather fight.
Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat,
fuckin with me and the Breed, you ll soon bleed.
Yeah, it s Raw Breed - BC killin overseas ,
droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees.
Night vision, incision, the opposition,
It s never your decision.
My way!
You can t tell me jack shit, suck my dick,
out my face with that drama, I ll kill your fuckin mama.
Iller than a postal worker, born to murder,
suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick.
It s Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror,
it s the dusted world of Bizarra.
High on acid, the ghetto bastard,
yo punk I ll put your ass in a casket.
You in a world of shit, fuckin with the Syndicate,
We pack full clips, and then we re done with it.
Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain t lastin,
demolishin, the demolishion.
Piss on your grave, a killin craze.
In your town right now on any stage.
Who the fuck are you? Trying ta diss my crew?
Who dies tonight bitch? - You!
My way!
I will do what I choose, and if I loose
Well then I loose, My Way!
This is my fuckin life, and if I die
Well then I die, My Way!
get dumped on the highway.
Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray.
Yea, you re gettin drowned in the blood,
a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs.
Yo, it s my way, I slay, I play, you stay down,
you fuck around in my town, you drown.
Fuck you, fuck them, fuck that,
we come back through,
murderin your crew - what!
You don t know shit about my lifestyle, it s buckwild,
late night gunfights, three strikes, I d rather fight.
Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat,
fuckin with me and the Breed, you ll soon bleed.
Yeah, it s Raw Breed - BC killin overseas ,
droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees.
Night vision, incision, the opposition,
It s never your decision.
My way!
You can t tell me jack shit, suck my dick,
out my face with that drama, I ll kill your fuckin mama.
Iller than a postal worker, born to murder,
suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick.
It s Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror,
it s the dusted world of Bizarra.
High on acid, the ghetto bastard,
yo punk I ll put your ass in a casket.
You in a world of shit, fuckin with the Syndicate,
We pack full clips, and then we re done with it.
Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain t lastin,
demolishin, the demolishion.
Piss on your grave, a killin craze.
In your town right now on any stage.
Who the fuck are you? Trying ta diss my crew?
Who dies tonight bitch? - You!
My way!
I will do what I choose, and if I loose
Well then I loose, My Way!
This is my fuckin life, and if I die
Well then I die, My Way!
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