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Артист: CrazyНазвание : Going to Make ItДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap soca caribbean new orleans bounce trinidad tobago gangsta rap soca caribbean new orleans bounce trinidad tobago Видео:
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My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut Then came me, crawlin` out my Mama`s guts I never figured I`d be born in Hell In the projects, tryin` to make a livin` off these crack sales My Baby Mama scream "Child Support" I can`t sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke Fuck it, I`m up early like a dope fiend The game got me feelin` like I`m high off Terrazine Jump in my Grand and I`m mashin` I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin` Twenty-two for a chicken Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and Now it`s time to hit the block I call Sam and Jeff, let`s cut this shit into rocks You know my game don`t stop I`m postin` bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock Chorus (uncredited singer+Crazy): (singer) We`re going to make it after all (Crazy) Niggas don`t wanna see me ball Hold up my middle finger screamin` "Fuck `em all!" Feel Me! (2x) Second Verse: Been rappin` since an early age, I fiend for loot I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin` "Please don`t shoot" Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit Droppin` songs in the studio, bringin` a hit Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin` up on a caper It`s all real in the `Ville nigga, peep my pain For six years I was snortin` heavy, addicted to cane With no family to turn, what else could I do? None of my niggas couldn`t help me, they was loaded too Dreams of bein` a big rap star circulated Hooked up in robbin` shit, now I was drug-related Ridin` in a blue bourbon sayin` "Fuck them Hoes" White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds Never knowin` that the Feds were comin` tight tomorrow Y`all bitches just don`t wanna see us ball Feel me now Chorus Third Verse: Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac And I was still in the `Ville slingin` rocks Told the company I was a soldier, I would`ve gave my life That`s why a nigga stay loyal to his wife Nigga started stealin` money, when he got buried Through all the confusion, I went and got married Good times didn`t last long, cuz we was broke The company gettin` ran without Roderick was a joke So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid We finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let`s wait and see A week later we gettin` calls, from Master P And every other major label on the block Tryin` to get a piece of that nigga comin` like Pac A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it I can finally get that house my Mama wanted Feel me Chorus (2x) (Singer) Fuck `em all We`re gonna make it We`re gonna make it Fuck `em all You can suck my dick Fuck `em all This for all the haters This for all the breather haters Fuck all ya We`re gonna make it Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh | Похожие исполнители:
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