XTON
Это Grove Street парень, ствол на кармане
Достаю его и сношу тебе *бало
Лучше не шути, ато голову снесут
Не рыпайся, не поможет даже суд
Мой брат, мой друг это точно подтвердит
За каждый мат тебе пуля прилетит
Мой брат, мой друг это точно подтвердит
Это Grove Street, это, это Grove Street
На Grove Street каждый бандит
Пиф, пиф, паф, паф и ты убит
Даже если на район пойдёшь з травматом
Забудь что жил, у них Aka автоматы
Как зажмут курок, считай не живой
Поэтому не рыпайся, а лучше стой
Перезарядил я ствол
К стрельбе теперь готов
Заведут протокол
Расстреляю как щенков
Все говорят: "Абу бандит"
Со стволом, и на Grove Street
DEFILED
Yeah, It's a Grove Street
Listen to my flow stream
We are all the beasts
Tearing down your weaked crow street
Rending with a cold beat
Smoking with the OG's
Better run away
Before I take you to the moshpit
Cannot hear the heartbeat
Maybe I did browbeat
Taking their bodies
Then I throw them on a car seat
Frying on a hot seat
Looking at the bloodstream
What you're feeling now
When you're bleeding on a backsеat? Yeah
Jackknife in my thug life feels likе
Slay the motherfu*kers till they ran rife, damn right
Jackknife in my thug life feels like
Suffer motherfu*kers till the men die, that's right
Slay the motherfu*kers till they get the fu*k away
Slit their fu*king wrists till they get the fu*k away
Shooting their bodies till they shut the fu*k away
Suffer motherfu*kers till they hurt enough away
Everyone of you like cluck
But you run away from Glock
Everyone believes in luck
But everyone of you in ruck
When I'm getting high
When I'm getting mine
I don't wanna stop when I blow up
I just wanna lop when I'm erupt
Do you feel the Glock when I disrupt?
Listen to the pop when I stoke up
I'll never kneel before your bloodline
I'll never kneel before your carbine
All of you will kneel before my malign
All of you will kneel before my hardline
All these stupid buzzers don't believe that I am a demigod
They're running from me faster than a tiger, triggered punks
Don't you feel your actions are predicted? Pop and you're afflicted
Weaked, with a gun in hands, but acting like a twisted victim
Grove