Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Armaggedon, исполнителя - CRU.
Дата выпуска: 31.12.1996
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
Armaggedon |
Showdown, Armageddon |
Allah, yarkbar |
One to the chest, two to the back |
Three to the face with my gat gat gat |
Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard |
Got to stay strapped, put the Cru is comin back |
Loungin with my Cru, above Meck and Harmony |
Bringin like 13 other niggas, at least |
Took them for some action, cuz we love to party |
The Double Agent, Biggie Smalls and B.D.P |
So um, walked up in the spot, pisses |
Hugs, frowns, hugs, disses |
Walkin thru the crowd I bumped into Russell Russ |
Huggin me some love, you rich motha fuck |
Everyone was there, representin |
Just a good shit, Funk Flex, representin |
All of a sudden I thought shit gettin thin |
Wu-tang actin up with their group from Shaolin |
Erick Sermon tried to representin his Island |
He said «Hey», niggas joked him |
Redman seen this nigga, uh nuh that’s his brother |
Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman Lova |
Jersey had his back, that’s a fact |
But B.D.P. was out to hit this nigg' with they classic traps |
Six minutes, KRS you’re on |
The bridge is over, South Bron drop the bomb |
Nas and his boys were in there livin «Kill that boy» |
Oh shit, in the gutter |
Everything went wrong, Biggie Smalls yellin |
«Can't we just all get along?» Nope, It’s Armageddon |
Oh shit, all hell breakin loose |
Instead I should of went to that party at the Muse |
For ugly, I didn’t and here’s where I’m at |
Chill, is that Q-Tip pullin out a gat |
Damn, now I know sumthin really on |
First to bust off, Fat Joe from P-Long |
Black Moon caught mad brooms and they done |
Method Man, murdered by the same gun |
Kool G. Rap lickin shot and KRS |
But he didn’t die fast cuz the brother had a vest |
Ooh, nigga took Kool G. with him |
Both dead from head wounds when the lead hit him |
Everybody going buck nuggy, word life |
Rakim throwed slit by Eric B’s knife |
Damn, three kisses gettin iller than I thought |
Playin the back on the law, so I won’t get caught |
Wonder where Yogi is at in this piece |
LL slumped over the bar, deceased |
Redman, a dead man, eccense forever |
Latifah in the corner with a fuckin head sever |
But as I look around, know everybody’s dead |
Wait, what’s that code shit on… |