Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: ScrewballНазвание : Street LifeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop underground hip-hop east coast rap queensbridge Видео:
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So much to say, so little time For the hood that I pray Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke Pull a leaf off a tree Flip it over nothing innocent though City split it over to me Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB It`s real or more a day Plenty of ways to die Plenty of ways to survive Plenty of ways gettin` high Straight sip the innocent kind And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets Government badges and colored stripe brackets G`s sittin` pretty like cash and (???) Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala Swaying in and out, above and beyond The humidity, really got me jittery Cold like a barrel of ice Dark shadows of life I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto What son say, you still know I catch a chill flowing through my temple It`s real simple Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix Dippin` through quick aiming to get you; it`s the click! (Chorus) For the thuns, each one to each one son Street life is all I know Ways to move I pay dues; I`m talking to all of you Warfare is when you go For the cash `cuz I reach for them... reach for them Street life is all I know Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories Warfare is when you go [Hostyle] Yo..It`s Hostyle їque pasa? No masa; tu eres no problema їCliente hah? Drama with dada is dangerous Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch Deranged ain`t enough Gunpowder laying on my cuff Call my bluff The streets don`t stop; it`s like a marry-go-round The beats don`t stop; multiply various rounds Of hard knock, bar locked gates These are the brakes Family ties without a trace Old G`s...??? With sheets of casper toke Premeditated plans later dated Haters waited with iron plated heat Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory So...keep countin` dollars Keep mine moving scholars of rap With a lot of gats; holla` back! (Chorus) You`ll win by all means Struggle for the cream Hustle by ways of being Don`t let prophecy end Don`t let the Po-Po knock me again Don`t let the `nine` cock freely in sin Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue Guess you understand the risk you take Dissed you on your forehead snake More dead weight Pitch fork love; It`s for coke thugs Bitches huffin` & puffin`; huffin` & puffin` about nothin` Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law Gun firing; wall to wall (???) closed from burn holes Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That! `Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled From reasons of livin` The breath I`m givin` All the checks I`m scribblin`; it`s real baby! (Chorus) | Похожие исполнители:
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