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Текст песни C-Murder f Da Hound, Soulja Slim - Life or Death

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(C-Murder)Say Magnolia, Gateway broIt seems like they don`t want a young nigga to get richLike we ain`t supposed to leave the ghettoI know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh life`s a bitchYou know, we was dealt some bad cardsBut you know, we gotta deal with itLifes hard, so lets show em` what we made ofMy gateway to hell seems like its constantly openThe reaper is callin`, so I`m constantly smokingC-Murder ain`t gonna die in vainMy ghetto ties got me living my life in painSee the world knows, we gonna be thugs foreverYou can take me out the ghetto, but you can`t make it betterSee the status of your money done changedBut the status of your danger remains the sameI need to clear my head of these evil thoughtsAnd teach Magnolia and Gateway the shit I was taughtTake a ride with me nigga to eternityAnd watch me live to see another centuryLifes a bitch, who do you trustI put my fate in my glock, cause I know its gonna bustI used to think the hood was coolBut my ghetto ties keep me checking in my rearviewhookWho do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and lifes a bitchThey can`t stand to see a young nigga get richI was dealt some bad cardsBecame a thug with no love `cause life`s hard (Who do you trust)(Soulja Slim)Lord you showed me, even dealt me these cards, I gots to play em`My life is like a game, I`m up from a.m. to a.m.Why don`t I AK him if he don`t have none of my paperMan if I let him live then he might take me for a fakerHe might try to do a jack, and that might cost me my lifeIf you ever jack this real nigga, you`d besta kill me or pay the priceI ain`t nothing nice, behind the street machine tell me what you seeA tall nigga bout 6`4, last left the murder sceneDisguising in army greenWith infer beams on something, kinda gun niggaFool one nigga didn`t runMy niggas went on and tore up his motherfucking ass with the bit fastLike witness that, murder in the first degreeMy ghetto ties fucking round` with me, don`t do thathook(Da Hound)How many times, a nigga seen a family nut upAnd the momma was cut up, yeah I see now but later on I`m a be senileBut see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the waterNiggas steady vanishing away like saw dustI`m feeling that ease, I`m full of them weeds and them fleasTwo 23`s, nike`s and reeboks let the window down and feel the breezeMy cousin D, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin` off the romeAnd to the Z, thinking about the lives we gonna freeI tell him nigga please (nigga please)Soon as we drove up, fucking door was bout` to close upI knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didn`t see us roll upI forced my way in, I put seven up to his thoughtsNo time for thinking is what I`m thinkingKilled the bitch, wouldn`t finish shakingI went to the kitchen, I`m flipping pans, pots, and spoons outHeard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other roomIt`s about that time now, for us hounds to get gone outGot the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next roomJhon Jones was in the zoneI saw my cousin Navier, eyes bucking out his headNigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he`s on his way outBy this time, I took two hits from behindMy nigga John looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to dieDamn, nigga whyhook

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