Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Street MilitaryНазвание : Dead in a YearДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap south park coalition houston texas houston rap Видео:
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I`m your number one suspect cause I wear black `locs Took my head back and choked on weed smoke Ya call me a ghetto thug but I say: `Damn you!` I`ma live my life just how I want to I`m out there bad, like a mad man, the savage You can`t manage with that, I`m doing some kind of damage I`m in a ghetto street spotlight I`m always loced down and always high as a kite Now everyday is like somebody`s watching me Gotta get my 9-millimeter before they cap on me They be be coming up good, this number one suspect ain`t no punk Go pop ya trunk, go grab ya pump I ain`t about to be put to rest Cause this young black ghetto thug ain`t expired yet I`m strong with no fear, they said I be dead in a year... [Pharaoh] I used to roll in them rental cars with a trunk full of oz`s Droppin`em thangs off, sometimes they were whole keys Me as my brother`s parents, now he runs with the Killa Klan And my nigga K.B., now he`s a family man Solo solo chemistry, my mind started building And if ya breath took off, that`s when I started to thinkin` millions That`s when I got agg, bought me an A.K. and bunching bag And gamed the squad game and a perfect aim in a nigga`s ass See, my solution was to take every god damn thing I wanted Even if I had to break a nigga`s mothafucking ass down With these hard hitting hands or with them automatic rounds Shit, within no time I had a lot of people scared Cause the whole damn city found out jacking weren`t dead And a lot of jealous ass niggas and hoes Said I would be dead in a year but that was two years ago And I`m still living... [Icy Hott] Everybody`s living in a world of crooked thoughts I`ve been criming for years, no fears of getting caught I`m always labeled as a suspect, snatching gold Stealing clothes outta stores before they open their doors I`m struggling, thinking crime gonna help I brought a child in this world but I can barely feed my damn self Water and bread, who gonna keep the kid fed? Jacking ain`t dead because of my little Marchise Me and Sho at your do` about fo` o`clock Who ever answers the do` gonna get robbed and shot Icy Hott wasn`t made for the minimum wage That for I grabbed my gauge and got my ass paid I got popped by a chink at the corner store Stairing at me from the time I walked through the door He thought I ran out of his store with a beer He shot me in my back and I was dead in a year... [Flea] Say I be dead in a year, I won`t see twenty-one come And at the way I`m going out, G Rapp gonna be my mother`s only son Say I never be shit, just another nigga in a pen But I get mo` money, spend it and get paid again Left my books to be a crook, left my job just to rob How ya gonna tell Flea how to live when times get hard? Be myself, so I did, I need help, I sold drugs Cause all I ever knew were crooks and thugs I was down from the heart, cracking cars until ya start Take it to the back of my hood to undress the fucking parts Everytime I`ve seen a cop, I got a bad thought Like breakin`em down the middle like a half ounce And ya life for tomorrow wasn`t garantied Cause ain`t a nigga got a life time warranty And I know them hoes shit that we still here And gonna be living to blow out our candles next year... | Похожие исполнители:
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