Tell It To My Heart (As Made Famous by Taylor Dayne) (12” Extended Dance ReMixed)

歌詞

[Intro: Trick Trick] (This shit ain't fun) Yeah, Ok! Y'all didn't know what it is, nigga? ... The game has officially change That's right I don't know what you thought (?) Goon Sqwad, D12 McVay, crack they heads nigga! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] This is the tales of the dark side I talk right in front of your spot Put a hole in your car right I never been playing like they told That I lean over that passenger side It ain't rover while it's (?) I give you hoes a makeover Pole pose a shit and his arms a break your both of them And I'm a dash faster than locomotive I can trespassing a ram shaking murder your families and it ain't no closure I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions When I get back on the block these niggers mashing I got the world in my palm and I'm a smash it Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere I'm just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck And stuff your face in a half of cake Force you to take a breath, I care less of who you be Or what you be for the community We taking it over I'm on the shootin' spree [Hook] Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it I get I, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Single top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? Taking over this bitch and Y'all Hate it [Verse 2: Trick Trick] It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery Possession with intent to deliver federal property Another assault with intent to great (?) And I ain't bring guilty to shit, that won't cope a plea 3 strikes seen it and motherfuck the 4th Continue to take the 5th and I ain't going to court Then life an outlaw on the run, what she send to do I ever get caught I'm a... Just for me splittin' and everyday ... 74 stitches Just for me (?) your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what a ... do Nigga you don't wanting with me then I ain't shitting with you Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze Versus smell roof, looking like black cheese I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet [Verse 3: Bizarre] Act yo all punches Mayweather swag Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jab Back at the lab, cookin' up shit Fucking yellow pages you ain't looking up shit Convict lunatic, no gang banger, throw the towel in like a (?) trainer Suck everybody's dick you ain't got no choice I ain't T-Pain but I put something on your boys Ak47 I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael jacks did Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells 5 o'clock news tested details And fuck weed nigger I'm on angel dust I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus And god forbid if I ever get shot Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael jack son's Bizarre, Bitch! [Hook] [Verse 4: Kuniva] It's best to shut your mouth up Bullets flying through your window Hit your pitbull, split your sister and your sponsor Gotta keep the hustle going, I said he fucking know me Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan when it's nothing showing We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out I don't need cameras when I... your mouth Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad D 12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up Do it for the gusto, what up doh You a bitch you nigger, you can take it how you want like a slut ho If it ain't about that green then I ain't listening If she ain't talking about here then ain't kicking it Way worst than he is,.. about my... The things is you walk from the hospital while I'm visiting [Hook]