Текст песни La Coka Nostra - Choose Your Side (feat. Bun B)

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[Verse 1: Bun B] It’s just one man, one mission, and one mind With one button, one push, yelling, “One time.” With one chance, one target, and one shot With one second to pray, that’s all that Bun got I’m slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I’m looped up and looned out So not being of a sound state of mind I’m an example of western civilization’s decline I’m a loner, a rebel, samurai solo Balls to the wall and bolo out for dolo Bad case of tunnel vision, one-track minded Blurred by the bullshit and criminally blinded Feeling like a refugee fighting for his dinner My life is on the line and the line’s getting thinner I know Hell is waiting for me and there’s nowhere to run So I just flick the switch and it’s done [Chorus: Bun B/Everlast] When it’s a suicide you can choose your side When it’s a homicide you can choose your side When it’s a genocide you can choose your side You can choose your side when it’s a suicide When it’s a suicide you can choose your side When it’s a homicide you can choose your side When it’s a genocide you can choose your side You can choose your side if you choose to ride [Verse 2: Everlast] Yo Peter Piper picked peppers, Run rocked rhymes Jesus healed lepers, Judas dropped dimes Moses split the Red Sea, Mohammed took back Mecca And Michael battles Lucifer for who collects ya And Hitler killed Jews while Schindler freed ‘em And Foreman was the champ until Ali beat him Mobutu was a killer and this well-known These Bushes keep acting like they’re Corleone I’m the curse of Barabbas, I’m original sin I’m Reverend Mao Tse Tung, Monk Ho Chi Minh I’m in that Brian Jonestown Massacre zone A little bit of Leonard Cohen to set the perfect tone Call me Pope John Paul Wall, got a grill for all y’all Jeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the saws A fine young cannibal, Hannibal Lecter Killing bitches like Robert Blake and Phil Spector [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] Fuck peace, war is the outcome found to really be right I teach you how to make a shotgun out of PVC pipe And make a molotov cocktail out of equally trite Seemingly nice common household products My teenage life as a boy soldier was inscribed in the blood of my parents Now I kill for approval from my commanders Barely remember my baby sister Brainwashed to forget by this shady system They were murdered in front of my face and I barely miss them I’ve lost my soul, I’m numb from war, movies, and drugs I’m a machine and they use me as such Slaughtering way too many people to count now Sniffing the brown brown, mountains of cocaine and gun powder This AK-47 is God, these shells are individual angels of death Guided by the most high Programmed to purify anyone who approach mine’s Suicide, homicide, genocide, we all die .

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