Graveyard Shift Lyrics – Bukshot
Singer: Bukshot
Title: Graveyard Shift
Down with them thugs up across the bridge where the area code is 8-1-2
Straight up anybody killer, strapping the chopper that goes bang
Making sure outside is hangin’, it’s a Midwest thing
So you best done give respect up in this city I call mine
‘Cause there won’t be no hesitation to put hot lead where the sun don’t shine
A frown up on my mug, prepare to lick a chaser from a chipe
‘Cause I’m the one who blew 1-8-7 in yo pager
Tonight is midnight, dressed in all black
Me and Buk and my cousin mobbin’ Macklemore busting caps out the Lac
Throughout the Midwest, spitting on the concrete showing [f#ck you n#gg#] no respect
After dumping on yo set, hit 75 West, through the bridge
Throw the guns over the rail, and to 812
Both of the bodies come up stained and the detector I smell
No questions asking [kablow], your life is not lasting
Coming straight to you like psycho, one psycho, two psycho, three
It’s time I bleed up a storm, make it rain till you strain
Shooting caine up your veins till it’s busting out your brain
It’s a game that I likes to play, I’ll torture, full shots in a minute
Got dead bodies in my cell like it’s a motherf#cking clinic
It’s the scene that I’m in, but it’s f#cked so I continue
Eating Gushers, blood for sauce while I’m dipping in yo fingers
Got my Mossberg letting off buckshots
f#ck yo Glocks, we mobbing in droptops
Serving on the West End blocks, blazing big weed
Keyed off the endoja
Sixes in the chamber, shot in the face so no one names ya
The California park hood where we smoked, plus we Locced past midnight
Blunts in the wind like AirMike
They’re jealous, got my finger on the trigger while these n#gg#s work the late shift I’m gon’ be the grave digger
I come through with two thangs smoking, leaving yo chest wide open from the smoke
Hitting yo set, leaving yo chest wet, boy this G sh#t ain’t no joke
I mob on triple golds and folds
Desert Eagle cocked and ready to unload
I fold yo whole clique quick
n#gg# in the Berg that’s how it goes
From LiveLeak caught where the G n#gg#s blast
With the MAC, line these then I crack yo masks
I turn these streets into a bloodbath
They find you n#gg#s ripped in half
I bust that sh#t that’ll rip yo heart out n#gg# and death has just chose you
Creeping up out of the cut
With a nine, pocket full of stone
8-1-2 Jay City boys roam
f#ck around get yo head blown off
By the f#cking sawed off [Boom boom
Pumping, dumping shells up in yo chest
m#th*rf#ck*r straight coming for the Midwest
Desert nugs get f#cked up, ripping up all yo bloody guts
Trying to get that pad of cash
Straight put you on yo #ss
Grab the Freddy mask, blast like I told y’all down, I don’t f#ck a task
b#tches keep snitching but I keep hitting that eleven to seven shift sh#t, a player all about his grit b#tch
[What you about boy? You got that money?
I be gone when the hot ones blow
Watch that, now b#tch lick a brick
You’ll self-impale for competition as I rip through your set and take yo back out with these n#gg#s from the Ville
n#gg#s will kill just for the f#ck of it
Dump slugs into yo grill, keep sh#t real, jump in the bucket b#tch
Till they itching and f#cking lie [Yeah
Tonight’ll be the night you die
Leave that n#gg# safe but the 8-1-deuce, yeah n#gg# we keep it tight
What that set be like? You brag or not n#gg# I’ll bring a gun
Leaving bodies numb from the .45 Tommy gun
Here we are, four-door cars, them players done crossed the river
From Indiana, 8-1-2, now watch how we deliver
Ambitions for riding, buckshots from all the mileage
Time to take the life from those who chose [haha] just all for static
Never been no punk [never been no punk], no mini pump
Just sh#t in yo f#cking chest
Homicide them gypsies plus I rank amongst the very best
That n#gg# Bake [That n#gg# Bake
Defamed here, 1-86
And much demolition ripping quick, bring fools down to boots
Round up and n#gg#s I hope they say they last
Praying sick for the Graveyard Shift player
No fearing for my hair sh#t, so lay it down
Face-to-face with face of death, take a sh#t
Illegal business bust and shooting sh#t down
Flying through the city, no f#cking pity for you hoes
Ain’t no love for you b#tches, for them murder shooters spitting, bullet hoes [Bullet holes
Of bullet hoes [bullet holes], of bullet holes, of bullet holes [n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#]
Coming straight out of eight where you hustle to keep that paper proper
Pack a Glock on yo person, don’t hesitate to pop ’em
Watching my back for coppers, they scoping and I can’t seem to shake ’em
Every time I step on the block I.S.P. trying to chase me
If they be hulking and falling tryna interfere with this cheddar cheese
Rolling, but the fools don’t have a clue who’s holding the quarter keys
Preaching the shadows after hours, n#gg# find me deep in the grind
It’s a drop, no doubt, Short Capone I gots to get mine
Now let’s kill it from the back on the real though
Packing my steel for the kill
Can you feel when I grab yo sh#t
I’m a dealer, real I got appeal
All about my skrillers, don’t take no b#llsh#t from marksmen
Just pop a slug in yo #ss when I blast, and I’ll catch y’all quick in the dark
Leaving sparks in your hood, it ain’t good, I be serving you heat
f#ck the police, serving heat for the Gs, put no fear in me
Backing me, it’s 812 Soulja’z gone off that doja [812, 812
Mutter from, don’t roll us, on this Graveyard Shift
Buckshot till the day I fall, watch me and n#gg#s ball [Watch us ball n#gg#
Ain’t no time for stalling, n#gg#s quick to make that murder call
I’m looking at a black hearse filled with death and misery
If five n#gg#s show me love then twenty wanna kill me
Fill me with caps, bust back, I ain’t no punk n#gg#
Don’t be ducking behind yo car, I’m shooting straight through yo trunk [Shooting straight through yo mu’f#cking trunk
And1’s no fun, just a lot of yellow tape
My addicts dig, creep to spit, p#ss# n#gg#s get wrecked
Give it to me n#gg# then be chopping to ride
Reside in that bloody I, Ind-I-A-N, they see the bloody killer where it’s do or die
Don’t sleep on that Ville, we are dope dealers and killers
My n#gg#s come through with that realer, with triggers and heaters that’s big
Tri-county air-E-D
My interest-ings like Stephen King
It’s a quarter to three, let’s bury young breathing on these Ds in the trees
I’ll run yo celly when that job’s complete
Locc to the brain riding shotgun with that reaper in the front seat
Representing the season of the sickness, killing up snitches, leaving no witness
Murder roughly, fled, got away clean with this
Showing no love to them n#gg# that show no love back
‘Cause you wasn’t the n#gg# that help a n#gg# move them packs
I keep on mobbin’ lodging, but it’s about to change
I’m the one to blame when you feel that pain, so let it rain
Sending hot ones to your brain and watching my studs lift
After twelve o’clock working that motherf#cking Graveyard Shift
It’s that one m#th*rf#ck*r to the left, never skipping
Got the tea right by my eye, f#ck yo set ’cause I’m tripping
Always flaming and doing dirt
You can never win
Five faces in my hand from the streets, unleashing it
Kill kill, f#ck yo chill ’cause I bangs with the red
Kill kill, keep it real, leave a slug up in yo head
Rolling over your set, king and I’m taking his crown
I throws it down [down], I throws it down, I throws it down
I keeps my head up, never let up [Never
Wet up any n#gg# talking sh#t [Talk sh#t
Wanna cross my partners, my path, you must have a death wish b#tch [n#gg#s have a death wish
Busting on that Graveyard Shift, m#th*rf#ck*rs acting scheiße
But our bars are none, Jay City n#gg#s live [812] and die by they chife
Every day all day sin in the crib, bring it down in the zones
Then as soon as Twizzos come [Whoop whoop
Scatter like roaches when the light’s on
And then we hold up, wait about a minute
Let them in, just leave, and we right back to business
I’m riding dirty, fiends are clucking
Rollers are creeping, so I’m ducking
Back to the cabin, neighbors are looking in my window to see what I’m cooking, cooking
I be like “Dee, these FEDs are watching me”
A.T.F. is on the prowl trying to get them my recipe
So I’m busting out this back door, got my gun in my hand
This Midwest Destroyer’s about to make a stand
No bulletproof vest, just this tattoo on my chest
Mom and dad I’m coming to see ya if they lay me down to rest
I see you’re closing in, they ready to peel my cap
But it’s the Graveyard shift [you b#tches] welcome to my trap
Y’all been praying for my downfall but the prey is on you
Sixteen killers on this song, your nightmares have come true
You dick-suckers got me started, lets finish the game
And if I fall tonight [tonight] remember my name and let all my 8 Soulja’z ride for me
Bury me in all red and say I died a G
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Graveyard Shift – Terjemahan / Translation
Down With The mereka di seberang jembatan di mana kode area 8-1-2
Lurus ke atas siapa pun pembunuh, mengikat helikopter yang bang
Memastikan di luar adalah Hangin ‘, ini adalah hal Midwest
Jadi yang terbaik untuk Anda berikan rasa hormat di kota ini yang saya sebut milik saya
Karena tidak akan ada keraguan untuk menempatkan petunjuk panas di mana matahari tidak bersinar
Cemberut di cangkir saya, bersiaplah untuk menjilat chaser dari chipe
Karena aku yang meniup 1-8-7 di yo pager
Malam ini tengah malam, berpakaian hitam
Saya dan Buk dan sepupu saya Mobbin ‘Macklemore Buste Caps Out The Lac
Di seluruh Midwest, meludahi beton yang menunjukkan [f#ck you n#gg#] tidak menghormati
Setelah dibuang di set yo, tekan 75 barat, melalui jembatan
Lempar senjata di atas rel, dan ke 812
Kedua mayat muncul bernoda dan detektor saya mencium bau
Tidak ada pertanyaan yang menanyakan [Kablow], hidup Anda tidak bertahan lama
Datang langsung ke Anda seperti psiko, satu psiko, dua psiko, tiga
Saatnya aku berdarah badai, buat hujan sampai kamu tegang
Menembak Caine Vena Anda sampai merusak otak Anda
Ini adalah permainan yang saya suka mainkan, saya akan menyiksa, tembakan penuh dalam satu menit
Mendapat mayat di sel saya seperti itu adalah klinik motherf#cking
Itu adegan tempat saya berada, tapi itu kacau jadi saya melanjutkan
Makan gushers, darah untuk saus saat aku mencelupkan ke dalam jarimu
Dapatkan Mossberg saya melepaskan buckshots
Bercinta yo glocks, kami mobbing di droptops
Melayani di blok ujung barat, menyalurkan gulma besar
Kunci endoja
Sixes in the Chamber, ditembak di wajah jadi tidak ada yang menyebutkan ya
Hood Taman California tempat kami merokok, ditambah lagi kami melewati tengah malam
Tumpul di angin seperti udara
Mereka cemburu, mendapatkan jari saya di pelatuk s#mentara n#gg#s ini bekerja di akhir shift, saya akan menjadi penggali kuburan
Saya datang dengan dua thangs merokok, membiarkan dada Anda terbuka lebar dari asap
Memukul set yo, meninggalkan dada yo basah, nak ini tidak ada lelucon
Saya mengongkolkan emas triple dan lipat
Desert Eagle Cocked dan Siap Dibongkar
Saya melipat klik utuh dengan cepat
n#gg# di Berg begitulah caranya
Dari Liveleak tertangkap di mana ledakan G n#gg#s
Dengan mac, letakkan ini lalu saya memecahkan topeng yo
Saya mengubah jalan -jalan ini menjadi pertumpahan darah
Mereka menemukan Anda n#gg#s robek menjadi dua
Aku merusak kotoran yang akan merobek n#gg# dan kematian baru saja memilihmu
Merayap keluar dari potongan
Dengan sembilan, saku penuh batu
8-1-2 Jay City Boys Roam
Persetan dengan Get Yo Head Off
Dengan saw.
Memompa, membuang cangkang di dada yo
Bajingan lurus datang untuk midwest
Gurun nugs menjadi kacau, merobek semua nyali berdarah yo
Mencoba mendapatkan pembalut uang itu
Lurus menempatkanmu di pantatmu
Ambil topeng Freddy, ledakan seperti yang saya katakan kepada Anda, saya tidak bercinta dengan tugas
Pelacur terus mengadu tetapi saya terus memukul sebelas hingga tujuh shift omong kosong, seorang pemain tentang jalang gritnya
[Apa kamu tentang anak laki -laki? Anda mendapat uang itu?
Aku pergi saat yang panas menghembus
Perhatikan itu, sekarang jalang jilat batu bata
Anda akan membantah sendiri untuk bersaing saat saya merobek set Anda dan mengambil kembali dengan n#gg#s ini dari ville
n#gg#s akan membunuh hanya untuk itu
Buang siput ke panggangan yo, jaga kotoran nyata, melompat di bucket b#tch
Sampai mereka gatal dan kebohongan [ya
Malam ini akan menjadi malam kamu mati
Tinggalkan n#gg# itu aman tapi 8-1-Deuce, ya n#gg# kita tetap kencang
Seperti apa set itu? Anda membual atau tidak n#gg# saya akan membawa senjata
Meninggalkan tubuh mati rasa dari pistol Tommy .45
Di sinilah kita, mobil empat pintu, mereka pemain yang sudah selesai menyeberangi sungai
Dari Indiana, 8-1-2, sekarang tonton bagaimana kami menyampaikan
Ambisi untuk berkuda, buckshots dari semua jarak tempuh
Waktu untuk mengambil kehidupan dari mereka yang memilih [haha] hanya untuk statis
Tidak pernah ada punk [tidak pernah tidak ada punk], tidak ada pompa mini
Hanya omong kosong di dada sialan
Pembunuhan mereka gipsi ditambah saya peringkat di antara yang terbaik
n#gg# itu memanggang [n#gg# panggang itu
Difitnah di sini, 1-86
Dan banyak pembongkaran robek dengan cepat, membawa orang bodoh menjadi sepatu bot
Dilengkapi dan n#gg#s Saya harap mereka mengatakan mereka bertahan
Berdoa sakit untuk pemain shift kuburan
Tidak takut pada rambut saya, jadi letakkan
Tatap muka dengan wajah kematian, ambil kotoran
Patung bisnis ilegal dan menembak kotoran
Terbang Melalui Kota, Tidak Ada Kasihan Sialan untukmu Cangkul
Ain’t No Love for You b#tches, karena mereka pembunuhan penembak meludah, cangkul peluru [lubang peluru
Cangkul peluru [lubang peluru], lubang peluru, lubang peluru [n#gg#, n#gg#, n#gg#]
Datang langsung dari delapan tempat Anda bergegas untuk menjaga kertas itu tetap tepat
Kemas Glock On Yo Person, Jangan ragu untuk meletusnya
Mengawasi punggungku untuk tembaga, mereka melingkupi dan sepertinya aku tidak bisa mengguncang mereka
Setiap kali saya menginjak blok I.S.P. Mencoba mengejar saya
Jika mereka hulking dan jatuh tryna mengganggu keju cheddar ini
Bergulir, tapi orang bodoh tidak memiliki petunjuk siapa yang memegang kunci kuartal
Khotbah bayang -bayang setelah berjam -jam, n#gg# menemukan saya jauh di dalam kesibukan
Ini adalah tetesan, tidak diragukan lagi, capone pendek yang saya dapatkan untuk mendapatkan milik saya
Sekarang mari kita bunuh dari punggung yang asli
Mengepak baja saya untuk membunuh
Bisakah kamu merasakan saat aku mengambil kotoranmu
Saya seorang dealer, nyata saya mendapat banding
Semua Tentang Skrill Saya
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Lyrics Bukshot – Graveyard Shift
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