Jay-Z - Died in your arms | Текст песни

Died in your arms

Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz

Them outlaw world-wide my figures.

From triumph to tragedy,

To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.

For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game (?)

Man dats what my nigga got shot for,

bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs.

See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it

Misery loves pumpin me

And that's the real shit

But in 2005 im on some ill shit

Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.

I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan

It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

(Chorus)

I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.

Now your baby dun became a G.

When i'm out in them streets

the only one that got me is me.

I keep my hand upon my heat.

Cause you know mama,

you didn't raise no bitch

so if a nigga wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thang cocked

Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me

Real talk.

Everyday is a new challenge

I'm a savage in my new balance

A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent

Blame the machine but fuck it i'm a hustla bitch

So we start our own label sellin' bricks lajit

Power to the people

A lot of power in my pencil

We da hope for the hopeless

The voice for the voiceless

Outlaw soliers, we still in the game

Years later last members fuckin feelin the same.

Straight from the heart

makin em walk

Live for the day dont wait for tomorrow

Hatas gettin they wrong

I seen tha streets rap

Rounda tough with some niggaz

I seen (?) put religion in the roughs of some niggaz.

They say gansgtaz dont live that long

Too many turn-coals

Thats fucked up puttin cuffs on your folks

Coincidental the outlawz instrumental

And raisin a thug nation we influential

Them outlaw world-wide my figures.

From triumph to tragedy,

To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me.

For pushin that big truck on 24's a square feat in ATL game (?)

Man dats what my nigga got shot for,

bein to motha fuckin wrong for dis footballs.

See the darkness see the light he wanna feel it

Misery loves pumpin me

And that's the real shit

But in 2005 im on some ill shit

Four niggaz sneak upon my and peel this.

I'm takin a stand when i get in home killa, like them niggaz in pakistan

It's simple, gotta git em fore' i die like the old west see how we low tex da ride.

(Chorus)

I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me.

Now your baby dun became a G.

When i'm out in them streets

the only one that got me is me.

I keep my hand upon my heat.

Cause you know mama,

you didn't raise no bitch

so if a nigga wanna get at me

I be out in them streets, my thang cocked

Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me

Real talk.

Yea, My mother aint made no suppa

Raised in the gutta

I'm a made mutha fucka.

All I know is get paid motha fucka

All day motha fucka

One way or anotha

And aint no body no where that can stop me

Call me cachy you tennis im hockey

Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky with black rocky in my pocks you got me.

Real tall I never took a shall unless it was support

Im stressin aint my thought

And I walk these dogs im a soldier

dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?

A man of honor commer

Good calma

Niggaz wants drama I got the problem solva

Big ass Cig, Thats that shit

plus the bully that a fully automatic.

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