Текст песни C - Murder, слова песни C

Текст песни C - Murder

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Текст песни C-Murder - 3 Strikes

[C-Murder]Let me see them 3's, put em upThis for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the worldor put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)on whether they wanted to be there or notIn the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street(ya heard me?)( )Chorus: C-MurderIt's been a long time since a nigga showed me loveI'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga bloodIt's been a long time since a nigga showed me lovebut I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood[C-Murder]I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimesand will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no loveFresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and livedIt ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on holdI know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be boldand I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weaponAin't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkinThem 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shotsHoldin meetings on the block a young nigga at the topand will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedtadoin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stopChorus[C-Murder]Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed upHard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks upBut it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your momsBy any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't tripThey're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no bustaThese streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust yaMake a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own duesAnd all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues niggaI'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varitiesBe like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get niggaYou creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heatCause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotchChorus 2X[C-Murder]It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me loveC-Murder, C-P-3-killerProjects the cold hearted streets of New OrleansThe infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age wellStreets got me crazy, will I die I don't knowIt's war crimes baby, takin over the worldPut in a situation, forced to, handle your businessHandle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghettoWill I die I don't know babyIt ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairsSo I just say to all the young niggaz out theregoin through what I went through, there's a way outSo keep your head highand keep your heat low, ya heard me?{*fades out*}

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