Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Raekwon the Chef f Masta KillaНазвание : The TableДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here Yo god, remember back in the days god? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed to be blessin each other on our physical days and shit Yaknowimsayin, it`s like basically I wanna hit my family wit like land and all that Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn Mainly stack mine, indeed it`s been a long time Let me feed y`all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y`all Flavors for neighbors, Wallee`s down to gators The whole configuration stackin paper Yo we do this, on the low though If so, we runnin John dolo First thing, you need if you don`t know We carry cuz it`s a real world, show and prove In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge Dress nasty like fuck, keep my bird on the job yo You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that Bust my gat to throw gear on her back Damn son, why she takin you through that? She`s a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we Wisin up, take care of home bases Then we slide to another part and start more hatred Life is sacred The other side of that paw, you lie naked Clothes in the box, go `head take it Flash back Jew status, salute moms and get ya boots splattered Batting average, ya moms had it Just a broke young dumb, full of cum Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours Here you want something Growing up around fifteen Watchin how the big niggas rollin wit big cream, big schemes Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave Some be sayin "Let em breathe" The others wanna deceive, how we gonna make it if we don`t achieve? Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo We startin showin our asses, committing burgularies One got caught, threw us all off Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk Wonderin how the sword talk Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York? Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of course Come back a little cutty endorse Risked it for his kids the pain is lost We sittin back on a better note Yellin "Peace god, I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable" The Robbin Hood of the hood Sit back, it`s all good, won`t spoil it if we call it, we all hood Ha ha [Masta Killa] I make knowledge born to save self, you know? Who gon` live it, gon` live it Be is to be a born, knawmean? Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection It`s a blessing to deliver this lesson While travellin the planet, extending development And vote for the mind, never ended We now send it long winded, descended Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now Wit knowledge and wisdom The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan | Похожие исполнители: |
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