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Текст песни Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Playing Hard

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Yeah uh, let me speak on it (Yeah, yeah)Like this[Verse 1]Livin` my life on the streets nigga, completely a hustle missionIt`s do or die, no doubt we tryin` to get it niggaRead about the slick GambinosKeepin` it locked on both sides of the globe, sunshine is noIt`s kind of crazy in these streetsWhere killers will grab the heatNigga listen to the shit that I speakY`all know the outcome, from Filmore to ThirdIt`s crucial on every turfThey ride and skird offUntil the next day they plot and let the gats burst offI`ve seen it with my own eyesA witness to this sick lifeWhere niggas will kill to flip some viceOr a Vette, Viper, or Lex to floss around the WestShit I`m nothin` nice so out on these streets keep a vest[Verse 2]I`d rather ball than be on these streets hustlin` for mineIt`s dirty out here so I`m only trustin` the nineAnd I`m knownin` this money ain`t worth my freedomMy homie caught a case back in 88 and ever since I ain`t seen himI live the life of crime, affiliated in this dangerous timesWhere you either bangin` rhymes or sellin` dimesAnd jail time ain`t nothin` new to thugsMovin` drugs, takin` it one time and duckin` slugsFuck the love cause it ain`t none and never will beYa shake my hand call me ya man but probably wanna kill meI still be one of the realest to spill itAnd all that shit that you talkin` about doin` I been did it[Hook x2]This is playin` hard, involved in the streetsBailin` from bars, street stars playin` for keepsBullin` pants saggin` straps under the seatHustlin` instead of gettin` caught in all the beef[Verse 3]I stay tucked on my way to the blockThe gunshots keep the turf on hotCrack rocks and fat knocksAll the homies in the jeans ya tryin` to get itBetter keep ya cabbage man them niggas be tryin` to split itDirty ones, dirty thugs and then niggasHead full of drama and everybody wants vengenceSmokin` on blunts and conversatin` over E`sSippin` on Seagrams cup and plottin` on some G`sMoves get mad, crews get sprayed and the bodies get leftEvery fuckin` move you make you gotta watch ya stepAnd the streets is like a time bomb, know the factsNever speak business about murders and pullin` jacksWith the shake of the dice you ballin` or either brokeIf ya stay in the drama might live or get smokedCause it`s fifty-fifty, laugh now cry laterAnd funkin` is for keeps and they comin` back with the sprayer[Verse 4]It gets low, we keep it locked until we sittin` on topBut I`m the chief of the squad, callin` shotsIt`s nineteen-ninety feverIt`s Tha Commissiona, representin` the GamblazBut confidentialy we goin` platinumWe feel the truth until the world listen up to hear the realCause it`s for certain we keepin` it locked and holdin` it downIt`s definetly not a get rich quick schemeThat`s official, it`s our time to shine we takin` overIt`s one of the many, I`m playin` by my own rulesConstantly I`m tryin` to stick and moveAvoidin` the block, providin` for the rest of the famAnd I`m a made manThat`s why I`m tryin` to execute this major, master plan[Hook x4]

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