Lordz Of Brooklyn (Showbiz & A.G.) - Lake Of Fire feat. Everlast, O.C. & Lord Finesse | Текст песни

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• Lordz Of Brooklyn (Showbiz & A.G.)
• Lake Of Fire feat. Everlast, O.C. & Lord Finesse

[O.C.]
Vietnam, L.O.B., Crooklyn, my brethren on the other side
Pay respect, give a call, let 'em know, you steppin' on their turf
So no misunderstanding, come amongst us, (demon eyes), Comission(er) made the rule
Who should live or die, end of fight, violate the code, I just might
Get found on a desolate road, but that just happens to the sneak peek
Me? I'm the chief of my conglomerate, five deadly venoms, I promised it
Measure man power, make the Earth rain, half snow and quake-like
Bombs blowin' up in Kuweit, and if a (cat'll pull) a seize team
Fuck up my biz? I'll ask a favor of the Lordz, and send 'em out to slay wrists
Lakes of fire

[hook, x4]
[Kaves]
Where do gangstas go when they die?
[Everlast]
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.

[AdMoney]
Ain't nothing changed since the feds came
Still got me runnin' fuckin' numbers out the same gang
It's all game, we ain't playin', this is mob life
What you think it was, 'cause it's too late to do your mathematics
On hottest, went downtown, to pay off the undercover cop
Made it hot on my block, take the calls from the rooftop
I heard the 'vestigations, seen the blue van with the men
Now I'm in deep shit, for talkin' to this wrong man
It's on, mad war on the underground, busted and charged
Back to square one to organize shit, just my family
(Outside of support), bodies being thrown out the car
If you start with this mafia shit, word, these rats
Yo, they placin' their last bet, on the horse that lost
When nobody's winning of course (echoes)

[hook, x4]
[Kaves]
Where do gangstas go when they die?
[Everlast]
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.

[Kaves]
Is it more mobster heaven, where all your will is (Seven)
Smoke Cuban cigars and drive expensive cars
Or a mobster hell, you can't trust your clientele
You get shot in the back and you're found in your Cadillac
Sinatra never had to say shit
You know a man's connected from his head to his dick
Al Capone was Brooklyn born and raised
Tradition carries on and the bullets still blaze
(Hobbits) stay rich where these slugs do clipse
Where these thugs get hit
Kodaks go "click" and bitches turn snitch
Yo the feds close in, they take the last of our kind
It's in our bloodline, kingpin mastermind
What's yours is yours, but I'll take what's mine
It's all about organized fucking crime

[Lord Finesse]
How can you survive when the world's so cruel
When you, learn the game, niggas change the rules
Gotta, keep cool, get down and make moves
Drop jewels, show and prove, no doubt

[hook, x4]
[Kaves]
Where do gangstas go when they die?
[Everlast]
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.

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