Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: MagicНазвание : IncarceratedДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip hop japanese psychedelic rock psychedelic neo-rockabilly Видео:
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[Fiend talking] So what cha` back here for Yeah, ya doin` time Want cha` to meet some people of mine, ya heard me Over here we got ,uh, David Banner, Tira, Fiend Head counts to Mr. Magic, Blaxuede And we gon` do it like this here, ya heard me [Hook: Magic & Fiend ] (x2) They got us incarcerated (Damn) 20 to life is what I`m facing (Said talk to em`) Can`t seem to get away from the cases (Say damn) My freedom is the only thing I`m chasing (Gotta talk to em`) [Magic] Look, they got me locked up in O-Z Stay the fuck from around me, ya niggas don`t know me Ya cross me, ya better down me Better ask, I`m a hustler Sharpen up the toothbrush and go for the jugular You see me holdin` on these hind bars Screamin` fuck the world ready to go to war I stay focused, keep my eyes on the uniforms They laugh with us but them bitches wanna do us harm I`m pumpin` iron you can see the fire in my eyes Whoppin` you motherfuckers, prepare to tire Incarcerate me if you wanna but my mind gon` always be free And on the streets nigga remember that they shootin` at me I can`t get used to this food, this shit is making me sick Plus half these niggas in here done took that dick Head hurtin` waitin` on my day to escape But fuck the barbwire I`m goin` over the gate [Hook x2] [Blaxuede] Hold up, who the fuck is you bitch, label me a criminal Deal with any nigga when doin` times get critical Cops crewed out cause I was tryin` to get too physical Now I`m in this room, coughing and raising my genitals Behind bars, fist fights in the yard I`ma dodge spending nights in the morgue Look, more ticket to spend his life with the Lord He think he make it out, take it out Now my cellmate talkin` bout breakin` out Look, I told that fool it was impossible Too much of an obstacle If you get caught you know what them cops`ll do He had to quit more time, personal hospital Actin` like he didn`t know them people rotten too Don`t he look familiar, niggas in chains You make me wanna kill ya, ya think it`s a game His uniform and his badge make him think he the man I can`t take it, have to face it, the people got us [Hook x2] [Fiend] I got partners that ain`t never comin` home Two collect calls on the phone Still touch the street cause I Jones Still cuss the heat cause of Jones Fuck a bitch that you own Behind bars that`ll never be chrome Where ever T on, let it be known His mind gone Roam and become straight throne Graduated from col, heard he got moved from Californ Pumpin` it out the crib got him caught Two miles from the state dramas Eight blocks from the Magnolia If he don`t speak soldier he over So he got it from the dirty and trife Got familiar with the skills, I done murdered for stripes Break the guard for the last time, it was my last time talkin` to him You wanna see him, be a dead man walkin` to him Unless he died from natural cause, they`ll execute his ass tomorrow [Hook x2] | Похожие исполнители:
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