Trespass movie - I'm Gonna Smoke Him lyrics
rate meSong by Donald D<br /><br>
[Donald D]<br>
In the street, blood is spilled<br>
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill<br>
[buck buck buck] the fat lady sang<br>
From the ceiling I watch your body hang<br>
This is the payback, my trigger I pull back<br>
Your cap is peeled back, for givin me feedback<br>
I want the loot, you got the loot, gimme the loot<br>
I won't hesitate to fuckin shoot<br>
Night stalker, I talk street slang<br>
Fuck that shit, I don't play no games<br>
No remorse, my mind's on psycho<br>
Watch me flow on, the angry tempo<br>
Load the clip, let's take a trip<br>
You tried to flip - my blade terminated his lips<br>
Sucka; that's why you're tossed up<br>
for tryin to double-cross the boss up<br>
I move in silence<br>
in a world that contains, much much violence<br>
Sex and drugs, hoods and thugs<br>
F.B.I. got my damn phone bugged<br>
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[Chorus: Donald D]<br>
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I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh..)<br>
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[Donald D]<br>
Twelve o'clock, me and my posse hangs out<br>
Niggaz act a fool now bullets rang out<br>
I duck for cover cause with bullets you cannot reason<br>
to catch a body, it's the season<br>
Niggaz still bustin, cops cold rush in<br>
I'm fussin but my cussin don't mean jack nothin<br>
No arrest was made, there was no homicide<br>
So the pigs in blue start to drive<br>
Inner city blues is nothin new<br>
We go to the store to buy some brew<br>
On the pavement I pour some ale<br>
for my homies who died, my homies in jail<br>
Skins, skins with sex to lend<br>
stood out y'all like a shark's fin<br>
Uhh, a cutie with a weave to her booty<br>
shakes her rump to the funk that car system pumps<br>
She wants to sex me up, sex me down<br>
I smack it and I flip it and I dick her down<br>
Check it, now she wanna play footsy<br>
But I want the loot, and she's just pussy<br>
From the window, I see the police<br>
They want me to rot, in the belly of the beast<br>
You wanna cuff me, come and get me<br>
My glock is cocked, it has a temper, shit G<br>
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[Chorus: Donald D]<br>
<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
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[instrumental interlude]<br>
<br>
[Donald D]<br>
Shotgun blast he died real fast<br>
In the ghetto back alley he lays in trash<br>
He didn't know so I had to buck him<br>
(I thought he was your man) Yo nigga, FUCK HIM<br>
Police sirens, let's make a move<br>
Criminal smooth, pimp daddy cool<br>
Eyes on my jewels I pull out my toolie<br>
Meet your maker you no-good stoolie<br>
Damn! I smell police creepin<br>
Damn! Even when Donald D sleepin<br>
Say hello to my little friend<br>
The Desert Eagle, adios amigo<br>
Gangsta chronicle you read the articles<br>
Raise it to the neck, I'm wet from the sweat<br>
Vigilante, servin em death blows<br>
A sinister call rips away the jaw<br>
Decapitated by the guillotine<br>
The aftermath a bloodbath scene<br>
Beware, of the looter<br>
The syndicate sniper, I'm the sharpshooter<br>
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[Chorus: Donald D]<br>
<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)<br>
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[Donald D]<br>
C'mon.. huh!<br>
C'mon.. yeah..<br>
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