Текст песни Black Market Militia - Gem Star`s
Black Market Militia - Gem Star`s слова песни
[Intro: Killah Priest (Tragedy Khadafi)]Yeah, pass that (word up, word upWord up, haha, that shit feel good right?Knowhatimean?) Yeah (Gem Star the Regime, straight upBlack Market the revolution) Yeah (Both sides of the coins)Inside of this (You understand what we talkin` bout?) Uh-huh(We giving y`all fair warning)[Tragedy Khadafi]Hot lead bust through iron pipesBlood drips from the corner of young thug`s mouth, the hood lifeHis torn flesh, and his last bit of breathPulses, over death fless, homicide hover like vulturesMarried the game, now the Earth`s dirty and dulgisShould of seen him though, niggaz though his heart was the coldestLeft two seeds, little son Rod was the oldestTwo baby mothers, blowing guns, duckin` under coversAnd his motto was, no one in this whole world love usFrom the womb to the tomb, presumed the youth`s scarsSoul on ice, tears of a killer, behind barsWhen you curse God, streets is a gangsta`s graveyardMy advice, in the meantime, to you, is play hardIt`s real, when you deal with the cards you dealtIt`s not real, when your seeds feel the pain you feltBreak the curse, disciple, nigga, pave the wayIt ain`t gangsta, when your seeds go lay in the same graveThen die in the same hood, bleed on the same cornerThe game`s over, all of my niggaz, have fair warningFair warning... lie`s life[Killah Priest]My rhymes a guideline, for political thugs and O.G.`sWho blows trees in front of authorities, like giving a fuckRevolvers will squeeze, regardless to the warrants you readTrauma we bleed, before they put our wrists in them cuffsI sit in the cut, like I`m sixty two, and next PantherNarrator, screen writer for niggaz in handcuffsGangstas are freedom fighters doing life in the slammersWhere the strangers take advantage, when they tie bananasAnd I thank you, what the knife til we collide with them hammersPhantoms, they talk before we sell themCats yell from they gut, the shells come and their skeleton struckHow I survive that four/five, well I tell `em it`s luckFellas erupt, at chow time, shots heard from a loud nineFitted turbans, we feast and beneath her loud signsI don`t care, we cripple you bloodWhen cops come, get rid of them drugsFor revolution, grab that mask, pistol and gloveThis is the love, black oils richer than bloodI`m sick of the grudge, between vice laws and G.D.`sLatin Kings and Mieta`s, it`s that real shit, that hood lecture[William Cooper]Your future`s outlined in chalk, when you tangle with dopeIf you know what they risking, they eventually chokeI put the flames to the smoke, your body leaks til y`all soapBlack Market`s the vote, now we that uncooked cokeThat smuggled in on boats, dippin` DEA coatsPoppin` up like toast, so don`t play me too closeThe FBI and the Mob be like the Bloods and the CripsSeems like the root of all evil, leads to government chipsIt`s better to slip with the foot, then slip with the tongueFlash both sides of the coin, then the Yin and Yang formsKeep it straight, black and white, with no gray in my zoneStand on top of my word, what I gave is my soulSo who do I owe? Dug myself up out of a holeAnd while y`all fightin` for gold, I`m fight the NWOSince twelve years old, I`se nowhere to get a burnerBecause the breath of the devil, have you huggin` the corner[Chorus 2X: Killah Priest]And in the hood, we spit gem star`sGivin` you fair warnings, for life lecturesPuttin holes in your tectureOnly two ways to go, parole or the stretcherWe`d rather be on our thrones, holdin` our chesters