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Osirus Jack - Killuavie (English Translation)

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Osirus Jack - Killuavie (English Translation)

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July 7, 2009.

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[Intro] Yeah, Money Over Everyone SNK, get me? Like, man are moving dumb Ayy [Hook] Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah [Verse 1] Mind how you talk, don't act up Don't come to the bits gassed up Just 'cause you done two moves and You got dough stacked up If not that cuz, I make one phone call I guarantee you'll get knacked or slapped up You ain't gotta be in a car crash To get the front of your brand new Mini Coop smashed up Work it out, it's not hard Don't act like that, you ain't like that Stop acting, it's not an act ting If you see twenty breddahs hopping out of a van Ruga, or a MAC ting It's your trace fam, I don't know None of them man there so there's no interacting Tell your girlfriend, "shut up" 'Cause I'll ensure that they go and get your jawside smashed in Just imagine it for you fam Now you gotta lips your girl with the lips All smashed in, bare cuts and plasters I know man are laughing "like P you're a bastard" And that bar is a mad ting Just know that when it's beef it's beef Not a trap ting You internet battyholes See it's not a Facebook or an MSN Chat ting, you can't chat to me at all Later [Hook] Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah [Verse 3] This is OG business Everybody stand back Loud talking like you're Bad Max Cuh we all know you're made for girls Like Tampax (shut up) Don't throw a hype or amp back I'll push your legs and your hands back Overstand that, I'm P I'm a mad chap with the mad mash Shows the thief, shots fly And your brain cells get ransacked (are you mad!?) Me, Little Dee and Blacks OG'z, AKA grime scene and frats When you see a flashbang, it's not a flash From a flashbang, it's a flashbang From a mad strap (woah, yeah) That one's a mad chap Don't think me and you's safe Don't try step in my face with backchat I'll backslap anybody bruv, that's that [Hook] Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah [Verse 4] Don't talk to me rough Don't talk like catting a gun Don't jump in the clash on a bad one I'll start pumping the mash on a mad one Artillery turns arteries black Full back, when we say that it's not that son For your own safety don't take this For a joke, 'cause this ting that I've got Ain't a crap one, it's one of them It's one of them roundhouse kickback ones (WOI!) Black chat, black coat, black mask Black attitude that comes with a black gun What a coincidence, the par is a black one When the windows wind down, don't act dumb Run for your life, you can twenty men deep I'll keep rinsing the ting 'till I catch one I'll bring a storm to your house on a mad one This cloud nine that I've got is a black one [Hook] Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah Nah, you ain't done what we done breddah Back up cuh I ain't on my ones breddah I've got a ting that will leave you numb breddah I don't care, I won't have it from none breddah See I'm a OG that's known To go ballistic then turn it dumb breddah So when the shots rain on your clart You better change your vest into a numb breddah

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