Текст песни Black Moon - Confusion
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[Chorus 2X: Buckshot]It`s just a day with another nightAnother pray for another lifeAnother wrong with another rightStrong when I`m on this micCuz it`s always, a lot of confusion[Buckshot]Industry rule number 10 thousand and 80Record company niggaz are shady, babyDefinetly, never maybe, or have to beA pain in the ass, like `fuck you, pay me`Crazy, picture me slippin`, like a broke transmitionI got both positions, I own both the missionsI wrote poems for commissionsI`m the leader for the squad, when the GodsIn a hard perdicament, likeGot a hot group, but need they contracts rightOr got jerked for your publishing last fightNow you wanna act tight, let me give you adviceIt don`t matter if you that niceCuz the bottom line is the kind of mind, not the kind to rhymeSign, and sealed, delivered, delivered and signedRight now, I know you wanna get yoursI`m out my prime, so I got to get mine before I`m out my mind[Chorus 2X][Buckshot]Let`s keep it real, y`all niggaz know the dealRap on your LP`s and don`t own `em stillDon`t own `em, chill, don`t it feelFoul, don`t own your LP, but you own your bills, nowEverybody got a story to tell, or glory to saleBut alotta niggaz bore me to hellThat`s why the number one questionWhere`s Buck? Get the number one answerHere, let`s hear it up, listen upYeah, I`m back with the hounds, ridin` roundCuz the hill look deep when you slidin` down, how that sound?I`m from the Crown, plus parts unknownEverybody who met me, took a part of me, homeCuz I be fool droppin`, never was with crew hoppin`It`s the true topic, that`ll have y`all fools watchin`Dudes stoppin`, in the middle of their tracks, like wait a minuteWhose that, that`s Buck, what the fuck?[Chorus 2X][Buckshot]From ya, streets to the industry, friend or enemyIn the end it`ll be, who got it, who don`t, who want it, let`s seeNiggaz say that underground shitLike they don`t want chips, yeah right, they don`t want chips?Let`s get this straight, underground of `93 and `94Ain`t the underground of `98, I see it`s too lateFor y`all to relate, so fuck itI left my show in the quarter to eight, a quarter to eightAnd y`all can talk about me and them streetsAin`t shit to hide about BDI, I be in them streetsBack on my grind, this week, spread your little rumorsI`ma shut up, and this nine gon` speakAll y`all internet freaks and click-on thugsOn my web, get off my dick, you get no loveThis ain`t face, but I faith in the snubAfter failin` with my OJ glove, show `nuff, cuz[Chorus 2X]