Текст песни Brand Nubian - In God We Trust
Brand Nubian - In God We Trust слова песни
Verse One: Sadat XThis is the stick up boom music for styles to flow freeBut y`all know it`s me or could you tell by the spreeThe deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeahGive the question, I`m tired of brothers guessinThe Nubian brought the X a lot of fameBut wouldn`t it be a shame if it all up and endedThat ain`t the plan I had and shit like that ain`t intendedFor the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pantsOld school kicker, reviver of the circumstanceGot a backpack with a fat stack of facI got a three-oh, so P.O. step backI`m with the uptown baldies, kids that were LordsKick for kids that`s paid, I kick for kids with no fundsWhole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids with glassesHardrock punks crack heads and even trunksWanna know the truth, so they flock to my roofNew York I got the grip, I told ya I told yaThis means war, as if by Sister SouljahTo think that the X would ever take a fallAfter gettin all of this, man you`re crazyThe only way I`d fall is if I got fat and lazyAnd I won`t cause I work real hardWake up in the morning at the hour of God and make beatsLater hit the streets for some forty-fifth sweetsSo all y`all been told, black youth essentialFrom the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residentialThat the God, rocks real hardVerse Two: Lord JamarGod damn right, the L-O-R-D, J-A-M-A-RSays peace and Allah U AkbarBack like a motherfuckin head to crackBrand Nubian tracks are filled with black factsNow I ain`t Humpty Dumpty chump, seeI ain`t fallin, you can go call inAll the king`s horses and all the king`s menTry to knock me off you never see another day againMy seven-twenty-one-fourteen`s readyAnd my scope with the laser beam steadySo if you`re feeling lucky, then come and catch a buckHow could I kill a man, well I just don`t give a fuck, soCheck out the dreadlock, make the dead rockWith my baldhead, aiyyo like the top tenWe`re bound to win, cause God don`t like uglyYou get slugged rushed raped robbed and mugged GI don`t wanna be the man, I just wanna make jamsCuttin sharp like Edward ScissorhandsIt`s ninety-two and of course we grew seedsthey`re planted like a farmer, so let`s reap what we sewAnd if you`re thinking that we`re a hoe in the gameWe gettin wreck to your brain