M.O.P., Guru, Stikken Moov - Life | Текст песни

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[Stikken Moov]
Though different day, same shit,
everybody thinkin' up a quick scheme to get rich,
Like a struggle should a hustle, I just do a stick
and spend time for credit cards pumpin', what a drug
recession charge, don't make cards for tag,
still it's foul down goin' outta town with a pound of weed,
and tryna get back on the street, suicidal mommy sweet,
tryna reach these kids, standin' on the edge of a bridge,
who got nothin' to live for, another kid turned to alcohol
to try to solve a problem, it's common,
up to this day, everybody tryna get paid n' get laid,
pack protection, or catch AIDS or get shot, murder was the rat,
crooked cops in ?caven? selling crack, killing blacks, but I
ain't tryna hear that, everything goin' 360 so we bout to take it back

[Guru]
Aiyyo the ill shit's depicted when we kick shit realistic,
today I got mad problems for being a black man, I'm not
that man that wants to get dissed, by the tax man,
So I'ma say what I really mean, I'm cravin' more green,
I'm talkin' returns they owe me, unless you really know me,
don't act like you know me,
See white kids are sayin' "nigga" and they violate it,
I got more black panthers, than the movies that they made it,
I'm down with Preemo, Shug, Jay Ru, and the Group Home,
M.O.P, Stikken Moov, and niggas'll never leave my back alone,
And so you know, these type of brothers multiply, that's why
we must live fly, and fakin' jacks die, I gets mine I gets mine,
too grown for dumb shit, caught up in the street life so I keep
at least one clip, to deal with strife and that's life

[Chorus]
Keep your eyes on people because they chokin', no be gettin'
caught sleepin' in these streets put your eyes wide open,
there's no white to the night, ghetto kids is trife, when
you lurk back your gat watch your back, life

[Stikken Moov]
Drinkin' that liquor till my eyes glaze, drownin' my brain,
mind on capital gain, wise eye on my game plan,
movin' the grand steadily, enough to build BJ's in Beverly,
kick rhymes in my opera scenes, monopolies Queens style,
baggy that's profile, cars get 19 gallons, to the mile,
livin' in luxuries, like everything fancy, chickenheads be
trickin' on me, the streets treat me lovely, for dissin'
on the lies in the sheisty's eyes, use their weakness to their
demise, cuz they small in size, and I see the big picture,
I put ya six feet for six figures aiight, puttin' it on the
opposition so my 9 stays tight, the street life under the
street lights is right

[Lil' Fame (of M.O.P)]
(So everything'll be aiight)
I know some shit that happened recent, it was 2 kids beefin',
heard one of them was snitchin' in the precint, hit his ass up
decent, put him to rest, got it up off his chest, and got rid of
his stress, when I'm hollow point could see right through his flesh,
who said life is equal, kid, there's no sequel, when I messes
I pray to God, put me with my people, (to the death!) M.O.P niggas
sling glocks, ya bitch niggas that bring cops and sling rocks for green,
get the green tops (we keep it in avail!), goons ain't no move fakin',
get the bread, fuck the bacon, cuz the loot is for the takin',
ain't tryna be mistaken, for the next John Dough, roll with the
strong flow so I can see long dough

[Chorus]

[Stikken Moov]
Livin' life on the streets, trife is murder, left and right in front of
my vision, lookin' what fams I'm missin', locked down the lot down,
the plan to get grams, whether it's goin' hand-to-hand, legal checks,
go and stick up with tecs, get dough's the object,
constant currency's the fairy for living comfortably indeed, some got
mouths to feed, so they push more keys t

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