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Артист: ShyneНазвание : The LifeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap hip hop east coast rap Видео:
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Nobody sells records but Shyne Po! [Verse 1] My life had it`s ups and downs, but I don`t regret nothin` I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain`t frontin` at Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat gettin` like 15 grams, a half a Ki at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be gettin` some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique to hold `em down, shoot niggas in the head throw `em out windows if they were late with the bread basically I`m enforcin` around heavy coke, when nobody`s lookin` I`d be dippin` in the portion they wasn`t missin` it so I got my hustle on the side, flippin` it sellin` like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor but I always knew I`d turn a big apple into cider. Niggas...niggas just ain`t built like me... stand up niggas...since 15 I been servin` fiends and loadin` magazines... takin` shots..burnin` blocks.. this ain`t no fuckin` rap. [Verse 2] Everything was everything `till my Man got pinched he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct other than that, I went from enforcer to movin` product, straight white powder now, gettin` it the hardest nigga in the street my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats buyin` out the bar at the rooftop I had a few spots one called the jukebox where I was gettin` like 50 a brick 2 or 3 bricks a day, makin` mothafuckas sick my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin` any niggas whisperin` or talkin` `bout extortion shit was goin` right and only one better when I got my Italian connect, hittin` me with pure Heroin moved to 116th, started seein` real dinero then empire buildin`, the shit was takin` flight had my bitches cuttin` up like 10 Ki`s a night mixin` lactose, Bonita, and Quenii I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy. Yo..bangin` for real.. niggas is thinkin` rap, I`m thinkin` laundromat.. we washin` this money... you think this shit is about rhymes... you`ll find yourself under the fuckin` ground...you know?.. we get low when the Feds is in town.. this is justice.. we playin` the pop charts and still lettin` them things pop off... [Verse 3] At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed controllin` manufacturin` and distribution of Heron throughout the tri-state, high stakes I spent Hundreds of Thou`s out of paper bags you couldn`t name a car I ain`t have every minute new tags Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop nigga I was givin` away blocks nigga fast cars, fast money, slow deaths this things of ours had me doin` a hundred miles an hour through the City evadin` the Feds started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge not to fuck each others bitches or touch each others riches on top or broke never break this oath every nigga in the counsel was a boss we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off it was alright `till I got caught charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight behind Marion steel gates niggas started shittin`, actin` bizarre drivin` my cars, fuckin` my broads, breakin` the laws same niggas I took care of and got money wit` was on some funny shit if I was different I`d snitch what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love for ya? couldn`t pay for ya lawyer I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot? I`ll be out in Ten, start over again throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn`t do it you couldn`t understand it of you ain`t been through it there`s rules to this shit and I couldn`t break `em death before dishonor `till I meet Satan...I know he`s waitin`. God forgive me...you`ve never seen a nigga like me in your life... I`m what these lil` niggas rap about... thats me they talkin` `bout in they rhymes... I did that time...I flipped that dime... shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles... The Life...love it. | Похожие исполнители:
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