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Артист: ShyheimНазвание : Carry OnДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap new york wu fam Видео:
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"Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on carry on" - sample repeated throughout intro Mister education, I`m on my way, let`s go, uh huh Ask yourself, if you was me, yeah, carry on, but you ain`t got now [Shyheim] Layin` in my cell, starin` at the ceiling, oh what a fucked up feeling The things that I used to adore, I no longer find appealing And the girl I loved so much, she started exhaling While I was jailing, my niggaz turned the other cheek So I stopped calling, I sensed they ain`t wanna speak I couldn`t go to sleep, no one to hug but my sheets Kept bangers for the beef, that follow me from the street Dear mama, I wrote you a letter, why you ain`t write back? Must of went right back, to the pipe and crack If it wasn`t for grandma, I would of been hung up But I heard her voice in my head, tellin` me to be tough I put the sheet back on the mattress, where the fuck is my matches When I need a cigarette, you ain`t feelin` my pain yet So, anybody, everybody, somebody, please Tell me, is this any way? [Chorus 2X: sample] "Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on carry on Oh oh... yeah..., carry on" [Shyheim] Last night I couldn`t sleep, I tossed and turned Heard hell was hot and dark, and the fire really burns My lawyer firm, couldn`t get this day to germ So I`m sittin` on the edge of the bed, I lit a C, I journed Took a deep inhale, blew out the smoke, like fuck it kid It is what it is, I`mma die in jail And for my last million, you know the God, from the mob ate spaghetti Soon as I birthed, the C.O. jerked "Franklin, you ready?" I guess so, he like `let`s go`, my comrade next go Scream "hold your head, babe bro", Yeah yeah See you when you get there, I`mma have it crackin` For every G mackin`, in this sad fashion, we started laughing The funny thing was, it wasn`t nothin` funny At the end nothing matters, the God,drugs or the money I`m shackled bashful, walking down the corridor Chains draggin` on the floor, I said a prayer for all of y`all [Chorus 2X] [Shyheim] Seven four pound, I`m wakin` up to a count Washed my face, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth My super three, blastin` ODB off the meter And I sip a cup of Folgers, fresh off the stinger Got my greens on, sittin` with my feet up Waitin` on the porter, to bring my feed up Cuz yesterday, in the fish tank, a bitch nigga got ate And beat up, I`m blowin`, stick after stick But stayin` on my water game, avoiding the dirty dick I ain`t rich, I don`t spit on no home for nigga`s chicks Stay in my gangsta pose, like every move I make false, click click You can catch Shy in transit, with my eyes open Scopin` out for my bandits, it better be more careful Like the book written by Shannon, I never signed in Got disciplinary record, that Flex can`t even split I`m a soldier, I thought I told ya My rep rap in the kept, like seven up, not the soda I stopped at Wendy`s, but it wasn`t for a burger I`m a Clinton hub thug, and the green bloods get no love And in Marcy, I really see niggaz cough up a lung But I`m really tryin` to chill, get closer to home And God forget, the fish kill, yea, I`m that real deal | Похожие исполнители:
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