Текст пісні Rappers Wanna Sing - Bishop Lamont

Rappers Wanna Sing

If you’se a bitch nigga, y’all not gonna feel this\nOnly real niggas fuck with the realness\nCali done changed so much\nI can tell you gettin' senile cause you loosin' your touch\nYou can’t keep it gangster wearin' (muuuuhahahah!)\nWhat you shootin' at? Rattle snakes and cougars?\nDid you like how I said cougars?\nCause that’s that boushe shit\nYou’se a movie flick\nClick\nSo I’m turnin' you off\nSilence switch the station\nNo switchin' conversation\nI kill niggas on tracks like Final Destination\nPart 3\nDon’t start me\nMy kill is so deep they shoot them shit’s in R.V.'s\nI’m jackin' yo shit\nHand me the car keys\nWest coast is mine, move over sorry\nI thought you was a (muuuuhahaha!) but you’re a sharpie\nRappers wanna sing\nSingers wanna rap\nI guess the world’s about to end when shit get’s that wack\n(It's all over!)\nRappers wanna act, stand up comics wanna rap\nPretty please Nick Cannon don’t try to come back\n(Stop the madness!)\nEvery song got a dance, every dance gotta snack\nNigga stay out the kitchen when you writtin' your raps\n(No more food!)\nEvery rapper ain’t a gangster just because they got a strap\nYou know it’s your body guards kid at bat\n(Bitch nigga)\nSee, fake niggas hate the truth\nSo you know they really hate it when I step in the booth\nI’m a one man army\nBishop Hannibal Kahn\nRidin' on elephant back with a couple firearms\nKeep a shank in my sweatpants\nGive a nigga a tracheotomy, give me a wrong glance\nPer chance\nYou ain’t heard\nI’m a real ass nigga, I don’t mince my words\nDisrespect me, you gon' get what you deserve\nTrespass, will have your ass bite down on the curb\nYou don’t know what happens next?\nI suggest you go and rent American History X\nYeah\nI’m smashin' rappers heads in\nMad about it? Blame Dre, he let me in\nIf it’s beef, Farrakhan can’t save you\nBetter go get Rev. Run to pray for you\nLet me apologize New York (I'm sorry)\nThese fake gangster niggas livin' in a time warp (It ain’t '86)\nWe ain’t just khaki’s and Dickies\nGangster’s got baps\nGangster’s rock silk\nTimberlands, dress shoes and fools still get killed\nI know they look like the man in they video\nBut real life can’t come back to their city yo\nAin’t it pitiful?\nUm, um, um\nBut nope, not me\nI be where I wanna be, see what I wanna see\nThat ain’t an entourage nigga, that’s my family\nBlood relatives, not just close friends\nIf not I’m dolo\nDippin' up the 1−10\nYou a Ain’t-No-More\nFuck a has been\nCut the killer talk nigga, let’s scrap then\nBoom ping ping\nYou know what’ll happen\nHa ha ha. That’s right nigga. You gotta let niggas know man\nNiggas doin' a lot of wack shit out there right now, that shit ain’t cool\nStep your motherfuckin' bars up nigga\nSingers be singers, rappers be rappers nigga\nCut that cross dressin' out