Текст песни Big Ed - Life
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[master p]You know what? This ghetto got me so crazyMy life, it almost feel like Im a phone call or ring away from deathAint this fucked upBig ed, tell a story of the streets[big ed]My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strappedKidnapped by four niggas dressed in blackAhh dats it, they called his mommaTold her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da dramaHer voice trembled, she was hystericalThe bounty was a hundred gsFor her to ante up, it would take a miracleShes very spiritualShe got on her knees and prayed to God that I would help her yoWell get em back, I do anything to help my dawgTry to relax, I hit you back, let me make some callsFor situations like this,I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clipsI told my lady, get the cash and the magsNo questions asked we filled it up in a duffle bagI through in my camoflauge fatiquesMy a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of weedHead out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1And the pistol grip pumpHit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary group of killersWere methodical niggas with infered triggersPut the lexus in reverse, and lets roll double 0Limo tint big body black four doMeet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe chinaWho smoke this dope out her vaginaChocolate, jet black hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen herBad ass body look, flexible like a ballarinaSeated at a booth, three niggas with broad and bullet proofsMet for combat, made more calls, met up the troopI told em jay got snatchedThe dowen boys got connects on silencers for gatsBring me four, meet me by jay moms cribIll be there in ten, its time to get it how we liveWhen I got there she said that the jackers know about meThat I got cheese with the miller boys at the calliopeNow they want two fifty, its cool thoughIts time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front doorReach up my shirt and put the gat to the peep hole(who is it? ) its my nigga boz, open up the doorAnd red nigga, these niggas down to kill niggaBut hold up, the plot gets thickerHe said, jays a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the niggaHes plottin on me, tryin to get richerHes hiding at the motel six, room two twentyHow many hoes in this world, man nigga plentyBoz got this hoe named wendy, stripper slash dancerRed met her at chocolate sixty in atlantaShe got a twin sister candy, boz hooked candy to jayJay fell in love with the hoe and got a baby on the wayBut hes broke and busted, down and out disgustedScheming on me, him and candy discussed itCandy told wendy, and wendy told redRed told me my nigga jay wants me deadNot my nigga, but I gotta investigateWe drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate(yeah thats him) see what happens when you try to pack fairPeeped in the window, seen jay gettin rolled in the chairThats that hoe candy, workin it backwardsLookin at her titties got my dick hard like shes a private dancerKicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his facePushed the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waistAnd that naked hoe candy pussy is wide openJay cant believe she betrayed him, his eyes is wide openJay tell me why nigga, before you die niggaI would have gave you some money, didnt have to lie niggaBut I cant kill ya cause a nigga love you too muchSo v-90 shoot him in his head and throw him in his own trunkWatch your click (watch your click)Cause niggas switch when you get richThat tek and ski mask cause lifes a bitch