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Текст песни Black Rob f G-Dep, Marc Curry, Mase, Puf - Life Story

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Verse One: PuffyWhen night falls, that`s when it all beginsBe prepared we can allow no loose endsI highly recommend ya`ll bring your armsThis is no false alarmThey want to do us harmLike I`m nervous, live inside a glass houseThey want to bring us downThen drag us outIt`s all about niggas that doubt our reputationStart`n conflict and don`t know what they facingWant twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break havocAre u ready, don`t sleep on themAin`t petty, you get that ass thrown like infedyMeet me at the getaway spot in a jiffyLeave all the does behind that act iffyWe got maneuvers, that`s hard to beatTill the other side retreatsUnder six feet beneathC`monVerse Two: Mark CurryI told u that is a saw I woreI`m a kill When the rebel yells song that don`t stop tillIt`s done, see I got guns and I m sickSee how you said meet me here and I came quickThem same catz on the most wanted listWe can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist?,Won`t cease to existI shoot to kill and I`ll be damned if I missA warrior waiting for ArmageddonI get serious as hell when I`m threatenedIntent to get hostile break into a rage of furySend them back their apostle`s fossils and crazed rightA rude awakening and but now I`m alertAnd that`s right down my line of workThe whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no backAnd watch how they all fall flat AhhChorus:Niggas gone fall outThe got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all outWith or without you I`m for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huhNiggas gone fall outThe got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all outWith or without you I`m for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huhVerse Three: Black RobYo,You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in atticaGuns ridiculous like battle star galacticaWhat`s this, want to insult my family?La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill yaI want ya`ll dues, Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your foodTime up in the newThen torture, I rip a niggas toe nails offWhat, I didn`t here the news five slayin the lawMan, how I don`t want do these catzI lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gatsThey want to out me, I know killers from down south beWho know and understand, there ain`t a thing sweet about meI earn my respect, and I was born to wreckSpit techs, by your rockets threw jetsWho`s next, to get hit by firepower that`s so rawGo play 4-4`s ready for warVerse Four: MaseAll out, what what, Wanna blow, what whatTeamsters what whatMother Fucker>From Monday to Sunday, it`s all about the moneyNigga ain`t got mine, I guarantee I`m gun playMoms says makes u going to need that money one dayBitch I`m in the jet, Benz on the runwayDon`t be fooled, still squeeze toolsMoney like that why the fuck I need schoolM-A dollar sign E rulesHundred G jewels, Vacate places you don`t even need shoesSame catz say stay up, prey 4 my day upNo one where my bitch live, plot where I lay upIf you got coke way up, Got doe then pay upNiggas shoot at me a nigga better spray upCause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I liveComin back and getting you and your kidsChorus

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