Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Respect Da Shield, artista - U.S.D.A.Fecha de emisión: 31.12.2006
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Respect Da Shield |
| Haha! |
| You niggas wann' play, mayn? |
| You niggas wann' war? |
| We’ll take you to war! |
| This tha shield mayn! |
| C-T-E mayn! |
| You dunno whatchu fuckin' wit! (Phureal) |
| You niggas wann' play? — We got somethin' hot for ya |
| Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya (Brrraa) |
| USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! |
| USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! |
| You niggas wann' play? — We got somethin' hot for ya |
| Osama clips, we got a 100 shots for ya |
| USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! |
| USDA (Aye!), Respect Tha Shield! |
| It’s the shield, who wann' problems wit the 4 letters (Who?) |
| Thunder storm, on ya block give ya bad weather (Hahaa) |
| All black hoodie, all black gloves leather (Leather) |
| MossBerg hitcha chest, lift ya like a feather (Suckas!) |
| And I keep a clip of young truth’s fine (Brrraa) |
| Bustin' at chya azz like them boys at Blood Dime (Blood Dime) |
| Grimin' wit it, but tha boys stay shine (Sheeh!) |
| Baby choppa' armor to jack it in the line (Talk to em') |
| You gon' bump and I knock off ya face |
| Witout the clippers nigga, you can get a fresh fade |
| You loose-lipped niggas finn' to get buttoned up |
| The Shield’s here nigga, time to straighten up (Phureal!) |
| I’mma leave a man in an abandoned building, screamin' for The Lord |
| No feet no hands and includin' a broken jaw (Yup!) |
| Dress ya like a rapper so you don’t feel left out |
| On the same shirt were got Kanye’s chest out (Woo) |
| No goofy for the uzi, the semi-auto to mac 11 |
| A.K. 47 leave his brains on the front yard |
| Infront of ya daughter, ya son or his grandpa |
| Hommies in the street deep, lookin' like a Trump squad |
| I’mma kill 'em, just gimme a clip |
| I got blue everywhere, like it’s revenge of The Crips |
| Holes in ya body the size of a Bellagio chips |
| Yeah Roccett Locc’s burner, boy as hot as it gets |
| Gimme everythang nigga, this the 211 |
| Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out, my .87 (Cla-Clack!) |
| Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!) |
| Disrespect The Shield and get killed (Chyeah!) |
| Nah, it ain’t a game dogg, it’s real in the field (Aye!) |
| X amount of shells pop-a-nigga like a pill |
| Top down on the old' school 'Ville |
| Chromed hunned spokes on the mothafuckin' wheels |
| Trapstar, I got work in the area (In the area!) |
| United Streets D-Boyz of America (U-S-D-Ayy!) |
| Betcha life tat the MossBerg’ll a bury ya (Bury ya!) |
| They gone have to call a coroner to carry ya (Hahaa) |