Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: East Side CultНазвание : OZ SoundtrackДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb hip-hop rnb Видео:
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Behind these walls ain`t no sunshine These dirty crackers steady scratchin` niggas off the grind Ho you can`t do the time then don`t do the crime You got to handle your`s like a man, I`ma handle mine [Verse 1] Breakin` the door, while them guards lookin` the other way Rapings and murders, man this shit take place every day It`s a livin` hell in this jail, males attracted to males Loud screams and yells comin` from a cell on block twelve You can`t show em` ya scared, nigga if ya do ya dead They the first to rip off a side of a bitch nigga head Now I`m sleepin on my back with my boots on in my bed See a nigga got stuck and the guard just stood there while he bled And as the chicken died I was thinkin` bout his mama And who gon` break the news of how he got caught in the drama Can`t trust the white ones, black ones, Puerto Ricans, or the Mexicans Gotta turn my toothbrush into a sharp blade for my protection And I`ma stick it deep in the flesh, of that nigga who test Put him to rest, and leave him in a red mess It`s a whole nother world behind this wall, don`t come down here I see ya slip ya better straighten up before ya fall [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Dear mama, I`m writing ya from the state pen I`m in this hole again, denied for parole once again See in here it ain`t no friends, it`s do or ya die Shank or get shanked, at night grown men cry Madder than a fuck cause they trapped by the state Conversations bout suicide, cryin` to his roommate And roommate the next one that got this nigga swangin` Damn, caught a rope by his neck hangin` I got to thinkin` about death in all kinds of ways Pull a nigga shank up in this bitch, I`m goin` the other way The only thing I can look forward to is death And at the rate I`m goin` I got to many years left That`s why I be actin` up, cause I be crackin` up Layin in a stiff ass bed, in a cell with hard lead This type of shit`ll make a weak nigga turn gay Promise to split ya dome if ya look at me the wrong way [Hook x2] [Verse 3] What cha` gonna do when them lights go out, nigga What cha` gonna do when them fights break out What cha` gonna do when them fools start riotin` Is you gon` be fightin` like a man or hidin` What cha` gonna do when you approached with that gay shit Go in his grill or get punked and don`t say shit If you a man you gon` stand, understand what I`m sayin` From the streets to the cell, for survival`s what I`m prayin` [Verse 4] Every time I turn around I`m starin` at a cop Pig circlin` my block, tryin` to catch me with rocks Whether it`s rain, snow, sleet, or shine I`m out on the grind Niggas yell hoody hoo when they see one time Man these streets fucked up, cause these crackers playin this Now I`m spinnin` every day, takin` these penitentiary chances I`m a straight up hustler so I can do nothin` but advise you Don`t get caught out on this grind cause these crackers gon` hind you [Hook x2] [Ad-Libs] [Hook x2] [Ad-libs to fade] | Похожие исполнители:
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