Текст песни 3x Krazy - Reactions
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Uh.Mobb shit.Uh, uh.Hop in the Brohamcousin man we rollin stolenstay focused go get the calico quick, we fearin no manthe programyou juss a dead man walkinyou all done witnessed The Sickness, it`s only of the chosenhe said oftenthat money would change a fake niggayou can replace me an mace mebut cant erase me off the rictor (rictor)like hundred-percenter right through ya set to settin standards like Tony Montana, look at the picturego figuremutha fuckas`ll go juss like the Lottogustafos an noreadosI oops along an followthe not-knowswhen the glock goes through ya Polo`sin my dreams I was hated an was told to go solo.Chorus 2x *(Bart)*My Reactions, like tuff actin` Tenactin wit the Mac-10makin sure my money stack in fractionsjuss follow my lead an watch me mack itonly way out of the situation is the savage.Verse 2 *(2 Scoops)*When will they let `em G theeI feel the fresh air, but I dont feel freean what I wouldnt give to live the way I thought life would beMobb muzik, my only keymass artilery, prayers from mamacombined to grant the serpents soul to brace for dramathey experienced the hardtimes, it all made sensethen came the secrets of a gracious bitchmy crooked ways wont straightenI`ll chop these dogswit a hand full of hustlas, but I`m on my ownreachin for prime real-estate, on the banks of Romeone day... all my worries they`ll all be goneanger expressed wit empty shells, introduced to livin wellreal niggas out to prevailmy guaranteesmokin bomb from dusk til dawn, my simple wishesshreadin through the darkness of seekin my fuckin richesthe wild west, cuz it`ll make it wit out a vesthard blows an hoes the test, your last requestdecendents of vengancethe out-done cant run from repentancemy story wont go untoldthe rocky roadshurt peers to the dirt to uncover goldset up shop, you cant be stopped nigga start livinyou aint gon soar wit the eagles if you run wit the pigeons.Uh!Chorus 2xVerse 3 *(Bart)*I`m disconnectedtheres no execeptions, I shoulda stayed in schoolplayin baseball up on the tubeinstead of bein on the newsI see it all out my Donna Karansconstantly drinkin thinkin "FUCK MARRIGE!I love this life I livewho gives a fuck if I die or livemy only thing in this world is my kidmy baby mama full a pressureI see our love growin lesserthat`s why I`m crumblin` herb up on my dressernaked wit out my vest protectertwo in the morn kickin ya doe downits goin to the floor next to your four-poundprepare the GreyhoundI`m in the hood wit the homiesall black wit no mask, Fuck they saw me!We throwin up that EASTSIDE! (EASTSIDE!) worldwidean stay highit`s Murder & Kamakazie an I....Verse 4 *(2 Scoops)*Celebrate, I scorched you when its crucialshame wit blissdrop the Mustang in neutral, an swang that bitchgot a piss test comin up, smokin killchasin ??? go get balance wit the golden sealthese songs are hyms that can seal my woundsempty clips for my dead ones, the Outlawz tooor til, my concious can be contentuntil I make the ends so I can cover this months rentdefining moments of my lifedefeated opponents too strong for my micglimpse at the corner of pushas an pimpslayin dead for the luxuries of lobster an shrimpsee in the district, statistics wit phony fathersenter the realm where the Kool-Aid is Holy Waterlook beyond the Valley-Jo, I got a job!Call my mom an let her know, I`m in the Mobb! (In the Mobb! In the Mobb!)(Uh, uh, Check it out, check it out!)Chorus 2x