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Текст песни Cypress Hill - Bitter

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(B-Real)I lost my innocence at birth but I make no excusesfor the trivial things and the pain life inducesBitches are wild, and so was I, young and stupidit`s incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces themCriminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principlessome of us out - he used to think we were invincibleon the corner bangin` and slangin` the high bitualDeadly rituals fill my head, nothin` spiritualBullets filled up bodies like hands from my physicalI got touched by the hot hands of bitter foolsDivided and tempted snake bitten by the ridiculeFrustration and hate filled my adrenalineI play doctors here`s two bullets for your medicineI carry those days like a weapon close to meThe memories of hot lead rippin` a hole through me(Chorus: B-Real)Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killerRock `em up and show you`re no quitterSnakes` pit every ground I landed onHated on, but I`m still standin` strongYou hate the songs that you pump up all day longHated on, but I`m still standin` strongSnakes` pit, every ground I landed onHated on, but I`m still standin` strongStand...(B-Real)So many, come and go in this lifetime that you serveFaces change, liscenses` everywhere you turnGangsta`s become blinded, visions become blurredLearned to stay alive to the real side of the curbYou came along way but some still refuse to noticethey turned they back on us and they tried to provoke usYou ask about us, you talk trash about uswalk fast around us, but my block fast allowed usDon`t try to crowd us nigga, we`ll smack you upLook around and see who`s willin` to back you upYou`re in a ghost town and home alone like Macaulay niggadon`t say my name nigga, don`t even think of meFire start spittin` from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched upI`m the C4 that blew up your porchI spit venom quicker than the punch on your PorscheVenom so deadly I`ll make your fuckin` life divorce yaAsk for Alamoney, bitches, you all phoneyI`ll make you sing the blues like you`re Paulpau ColoneyGo ask Moley, you in the middle of shitAnd anything you say I`ll be known the shitThe force drops hits a ball, makin` me die of laughterCause I know what these son-of-a-bitches are afterYour mind and soul, if your blind and coldthen your true sign is shown, then your fuckin` mind is blown(Chorus: B-Real)Son, fill your heater, how bout chase killerRock `em up and show you`re no quitterSnakes` pit every ground I landed onHated on, but I`m still standin` strongYou hate the songs that you pump up all day longHated on, but we`re still standin` strongSnakes` pit, every ground I landed onHated on, but I`m still standin` strongStand...

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