Testo Wanna Play (Rough?)
Justin Bieber: esce il 28 agosto il nuovo singolo "What Do You Mean?"
Verse One:Yo, the Lord is my shepardThe sword is my weaponReward is a blessin', that comes from the struggleshoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gunbefore they choose an educationbut once dead their ain't no awakenin'so like once said, life aint for fakinyo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em?fuck waitin'got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigationeverything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satanwhen I aim I aint missin', master of assasination'I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexorocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped toothis this the truth?this is what we do, sip a brewwait around his crib until it turns around two AMas soon as he walks in the door we slay 'emyou guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?! (gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X,Okay yo, we could play rough!Verse Two:Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truckI aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggasducked in they seat?are they lookin' for me?but I aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought I slept like B.I.G. and Pac didmay they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shitP-11 glock spits 17 shot clipsput these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops ispull the strap from under the seatback up in the streetwatch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creeptake off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heatempty every shell in their directionits you, I should've guessed it!same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent younow I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got intoChorus Verse Three:Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he saidshut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chromenever thought I'd be in his homewith his wife taped up for my niggas to bonefuckin' with me, you should've knownI'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstonewhat money can do, get you hit for less than a Gfor threatenin' meI'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for freekillin' you niggas with nothin'left him dead, engine runnin'you the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your faultthey gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw itbut before I let you have it I'm searchin' your cribfor pictures of relatives, addresses to where they liveshit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike backI'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Macniggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that?now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by ratsgettin' even's never wrong, its only right to reacteye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is paybacksomebody kncokin', who dat?"a cop man", let him inand give that mothafucka one under the chincant believe this nigga down with the Feds!the copped screamed out your government before he dropped deaddont explain, I put the pound on his headblew 'em! before that I cant remember the last time I said......Okay, so we gonna play rough!Chorus