Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - We Live
C-Rayz Walz - We Live слова песни
[Chorus: C-Rayz Walz]We live! Where ya close friends dieAnd they say that a man ain`t supposed to cryWe live! Amongst the stress and struggleAnd we know that the beast don`t love you!We live! Next door to rats and gatsAnd the cats in the back sellin crackWe live! Where there`s no God in the skyBut we live cause we can`t die![C-Rayz Walz]We live, where +Heavy Metal+ ain`t a rock magazineNot f`real, but you`ll get shot down with glock magazinesI feel, when we do good we did wrongDougie got murdered in the hood, but he still lives onHe played ball in the snow, with that bubblegoose warmTryin to clap boards, without turf shoes onWe live where the ambulance takes too longWhen your ass is on the line, like you dressed in thongsBe strong! The same thing I told my motherWith blood on her shoulder, as she was holdin my brotherWe live! Where doo-rags stay under the hatAnd you don`t want waves, but the bandana gotta matchAnd some still rock gold, but everybody went plat`Lookin at the ground like YO WHASSUP WIT DAT?We live where some people fight fairEverybody got a pair of Nike Airs and police is right there[Chorus][C-Rayz Walz]We live, where I could be the next man outAnd shit is really +Ludacris+ now like +Def Jam South+Just l-let me know, what`s ya fantasyMine is to live `til 50, with a familyCan it all be so simple then? The instrumental endsOn stage I kill it, with a stenciled penIt`s not strange, how the whole thing went downIt`s a shame, everybody wanna bling chain nowWe live! Where the young ones is bigger than meIt used to be P-A-L and Little LeagueThat`s dead now, nobody wanna play on the blockEverybody want rims, and a big face knotIt`s not a game, I don`t coach, I watchFrom the sidelines, players be missin they shots!And I still clap! Cause I know how it isTIME OUT! We be tryin to score where we live[Chorus][C-Rayz Walz]We live, where a 40 and a blunt is breakfastAnd police swerve to serve and disrespect usChurches gassed us, Chinese foods induce asthmaRoaches run fast, the rats run fasterThis feeling got a few cracks, the corner`s floodedTell me who want it, we wake up from bad dreams runninBasketball games feel like heavenI married the streets - Uncle Ben threw rice at the weddingClassic, like a slapbox festivalOr when cats come home from doin five live federalSurrounded by cheese like Domino, cat be coolMommy`s got a gat, papi tooNext to the liquor store, next to the churchCause of the verse I`m in the Vibe, next on the verbsCause of the dirt in my past, I`m still grimyStill livin movin forward with death behind me[Chorus] - 2X