Текст песни Beanie Sigel, Sparks and Oschino - State Property Soundtrack
Beanie Sigel, Sparks and Oschino - State Property Soundtrack слова песни
Nothin for nothin leaves nothin.. betta do somethinMotherfucker punch ya in the mouth..[Sigel] Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal Records; talk to `em yo[Omilio Sparks]This is for my ghetto niggas, reputation is everythingSo guard it withcha life, it`s just like creditThe minute ya fuck up you ruined it, ya know?Yo as young adolescents (a-ha)Mommy said we was so precious, I mean - who knew?Round to O.D. to heron and I`d catch casesLet my life slip, inside the hands of these judgesWhere did we go wrong - huh?Was it these missing father figures?Or watching mom struggle and feed usCome on I need answers, is God gonna judge usfor turnin burners on niggas who tried to merk usOn the day of judgement - who knows?Until then we`ll never know so for now, I`ma do OmilioDrunk than a motherfucker, disrespectin bitchesAttitude still the same - fuck these niggasuntil it`s my time to go, you know?I ain`t doin no changes, shit, plus I`m happy to be hereWith my new family.. Black FridayAnd the Roc-A-Fella niggas, I`m focused, bring the chorus in[Chorus: Beanie Sigel]My life (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and throw in my handBut I won`t fold, you know how I rollI live that life of a trouble man and play by the codeWhere I`m from (shit) just make me wanna holla sometime, and go get my gunGo all out but I think of my sonsThen I look where I was at - how far did I come[Oschino Vasquez]You see ladies prostitutin, wearin tight leopardMy sneaks was dogs like pitbulls and German shepherdsFuck where it came from I needed money fastWhite boys bangin Led Zeppelin wantin twenty bagsSo I got my first pack on 51st and MarketI ain`t want clothes I just wanted some Boston MarketNo mom to call, no dad to beepStuck on the streets stomach growlin like a dog showin his teethLife ain`t sweet (naw) life ain`t a gameI know life is more real then Slick Rick chainEverybody get a hand so play the hand you dealtAnd there`s nobody to blame fuck it blame yourselfYou can go all out, and try to rebelLike a nucleus they`ll have you right in a cellYou just better pray a lot and hope that you prevailI know livin in the hood is hell, c`mon[Chorus][Omilio Sparks]Yo right now I`d like to take the time to thank my family membersand phony homies for turnin they backs on meMade me stronger helped me deal with snakes inside God`s gardenBut I was roamin like a rugerand I swear these streets`ll turn us boys to menNumb the pain with juice and ginTryin to stack them Horace Grants to a millionPlantin seeds is how I blessed the bitchesExcuse my arrogance but baby clone meThis petty world that kill me slowly took away my grandma mommy hold meLife`s obstacles is gettin stressful, that`s why I don`t come aroundWritten between the paper`s line examples of my lifestyleSo read inside the guidelines, ain`t no sunshineuntil you break the chains and fly freely, cause I know for a factSomewhere out in the world somebody need me to make `em smileand appreciate `em believe me, but maintain in the meanwhile babyOmilio`ll be there for ya, y`knahmean?Shit, I`m a trouble man[Chorus] - repeat 2X