La Coka Nostra - Slaine - Mistaken Identity [Prod. by Statik Selektah] | Текст песни

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• Slaine - Mistaken Identity [Prod. by Statik Selektah]

[Intro]
Yo turn this up in your whip
Because Slaine and Statik Selektah on this shit
Push the seat back... and turn the system up
True story; pay attention to the details

[Chorus: Statik Selektah scratches]
"Think about the robbery... last week" - Wyclef
"Hey Young World, want to hear a story?" - Jay-Z
"This is a tale, of lost innocence" - Jay-Z
"Stick up kids that's out for tax!" - Jay-Z

[Slaine]
I live in these streets daily so when I write them you can picture these
stories supposedly were separated by some six degrees
Whether you is as thick as thieves, junkies eating Mickey D's
Cooking dope in a spoon, rolling up their frickin sleeves
Like Bobby with the burnt out eyes, bruised up veins
Lackluster charm, rotted arms, and used up game
Dopesick and stinking old ladies at ATM's
With wrinkled skin for eyelids, threw punches and caved them in
They had bad habits, badder teens turned stickup kids
turned needle-shooters, turned erratic fiends
And now it seems Bobby's doing B&E, he's breaking and entering
Taking what's tempting and hopping fences 'til his ankles are bent again
Race for the hotbox, stolen cocaine and X-Box
A couple games, a couple lames in the front seat swerving lanes
Flipping middle fingers at suburban dames
Driving by loose pussies, got wet filled with nerve is shamed
Back to Southie, hopped out the car
Then ran their mouths like the fuckin dope fiends they are

[Chorus: Statik Selektah scratches]
"I need loot, so I'm doing what I do" - 2Pac
"Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat" - Melle Mel
"He's coming up short cause he snorts coke, dope, nope" - Kool G. Rap
"I hope he don't get caught" - Kool G. Rap

[Slaine]
Word on the street it spread to this kid named Ed
whose crib got robbed for X-Box, cocaine, and his bread
The block is always watching, it's just the same as the feds
But the streets is always fast to put a name with a head
It's easier to kill a junkie when he lays in his bed
But it's hard to find a snake when the skin he stays in is shed
And he leaves his corner, stays inside the Days Inn instead
Gets locked up in the Bay adding the days in his head
Ed rolled over to Southie with a knife like a faggot
Looking for Bobby who committed the robbery he's trying to stab it
He got a habit for murder he want to kill him slow
He stole some shit out his wife's room he's going to kill him yo
A grey Infiniti rolls five-deep up our street
He holds the blade inside his hand tightly still their eyes meet
Before he stabbed him in the abdomen he screams the wrong name
Thought it was Bobby, he punctured his lungs with the long shank
Jumped into his whip, peddle to the floor with his friends
Thinking justice is sweet when it ends with revenge
Only problem is Bobby wasn't the dude screaming Jesus
bleeding in the street, it was Timmy with the same features
He worked for the Boys Club, no drugs, no thugs
Now he's slumped in the street choking on his own blood
It's mistaken identity

[Outro: Statik Selektah scratching]
"You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go" - Kool G. Rap
"And the game won't change, it's the same old thing" - AZ

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