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Артист: Poison ClanНазвание : Livin` in The CityДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop under 2000 listeners luke effect Видео:
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Intro: Boy it`s some shady times out there goin` on right now. Man shit be out there you got them real niggas and them fake niggas then you got them coochie ass niggas who say they down when they ain`t down. My nigga you better get yourself together boy `cause this shit real! Verse 1: JT Money Where I`m from the M I A M I Young nigga got on got strong now he`s too fly `Cause of what he has in his possession A few keys of coke and some pounds of that cest And a flurry of hoes Drop tops, flip-flops, ?????? Now he don`t holler at the fellas And the homies from `round the way is gettin` jealous So they sit back and scheme Strapped with AK`s, Mac10`s and car beams Now what you think they gon` do? Sit in front of his crib, and wait for him to come through So they can touch his ass But if the nigga try to buck, they gon` bust his ass +gunshots+ And fill him up with holes But that`s just how shit goes, when you`re ... Chorus: {Livin` in the ci-ty} <I`m bad enough now, and still gettin` worse> {Livin` in the ci-ty} <`Cause in the city, you live and let die..> {Livin` in the ci-ty} <I ain`t frontin`> {Livin` in the ci-ty} <Talk to me quick!> Verse 2: JT Money Wake up to the sound of somebody screamin` Look out my window, some niggas triple-teamin` A nigga who ain`t from `round the way And ass-whippin`s the price you gotta pay For tryin` to play bold Walkin` through my neighborhood wearin` your gold Talkin` `bout goin` to a bitch` crib Now you`re fucked up and stuck with broken ribs That`s the way it`s gotta be If I was `round y`all way, y`all gon` front on me! So I look out for self If I wanna see a bitch I`ll see her somewhere else! `Cause hoes be settin` niggas up And at the same time, gettin` niggas touched But so a bitch can`t get me, I`m always packin` that thing with me, `cause I`m ... Chorus Verse 3: JT Money Life in the fast lane should be your last game You didn`t do it but you still got yo` ass blamed For a crime you did not commit Have knowledge of nothin` to do with But that description fits you, police get you Ask you questions; no answer, he hits you Holdin` your jaw? That must be a mistake Scared to speak and you`re weak as your knees shake Expressin` anger as you go to jail Denied a phone call, no chance for bail! Enraged in a cage as you suffer Day by day, the wait gets rougher You never planned on bein` an inmate Hangin` by a string, waitin` for a court date You struggle and fight to stay alive Man is to survive `till court day arrives Step in the courtroom, beat-up and filthy Judge takes one look, and then claims you`re guilty! Head drops. No way to bail out Like the innocent brothers in the jailhouse Now you`re lookin` at 5 to 10 Yo, a nigga just can`t win, when you`re ... Chorus Outro: This ain`t no bullshit that I`m feedin` you now, this ain`t no bait. A nigga ain`t tryin` to reel you in, or nothin`. Y`understand what I`m sayin`, my nigga? `Cause when you be out here bullshittin`, y`ass`ll be outta gas. So ya better take motherfuckin` heed to these words, motherfucker, `cause it ain`t no bullshit! Y`understand what I`m sayin`, man? Get my point! | Похожие исполнители:
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