2Pac - My Closest Roaddogz (Feat. Mussolini) (OG) | Текст песни

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• My Closest Roaddogz (Feat. Mussolini) (OG)

To my dog named Mussolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby
The return of the mashers, you know how we do it
Ha ha ha!

Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
f**k what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind

Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me

How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin' deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
f**k yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night

Murder murder Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil duck when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

Ha ha, bring your artillery and roll with a nigga
They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga
Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli
Boy use a Boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me

Even if I died now
I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?
Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin' to hear it
Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger

Prepare nigga be aware, 'cause we ain't scared
M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin' information to the feds

The burnin' bed was the tellin' sign
Two hired guns bustin' everyone, yellin' everybody die
Why the f**k they f**k around, we left 'em in the fog
Bleedin' like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

f**k they feelings, that's what they get for squealin'
That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin'
See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm
Take the figure of a circle beatin' jealous niggaz 'til they purple

Simon says take they heads homies
And send them phony motherf**kers to dwell with all they dead homies
Fishin' for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz
The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz

Me and Mussolini set to ride we high
Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way
Labeled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe
To live and die as a millionaire, on

Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes
My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes
Get murdered to disposed of, we in the fog
Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary place called home
Take a second victim and if they all gone
My closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign
Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine

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