Текст песни Daz Dillinger f Kurupt Tha Kingpin, Prin - Our Daily Bread
Daz Dillinger f Kurupt Tha Kingpin, Prin - Our Daily Bread слова песни
Prince Ital Joe (Daz):Yeah, Death Row (give it up, one time)Yes, to the man singthem all beats they`re crucial (give it up)Dogg Pound (???)Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurtShoot first and ask questions laterThe motto, lyrically, artically, rip it...Daz:Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyesThe price, nigga, is keep striving for moreI broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thickRevolved around forty-four niggaz for the repSweat the whole block with the Mack-90, automatic semi-techNow the whole shit is respectedSlowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laughYou`re trying to catch a check you can`t cashI do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claimAfter the kill, it`s remains the sameThe composure, gangstering, it`s got me, still down to bangWho can get close to the most notorious gang of `em allDogg Pound, amazing Rage, rough and raw (DPG)The conversation ain`t much, now what up?You`re gapping and you`re scrapping and you got a gap from the gatKurupt:I found a (what?), more, I see the homies freeI bound to make more money than I ever dreamedIt`s the DPG, the gangsters on the TVCompletely, you can`t defeat, delete speciesThat fool over there is out of his nestHe`s off the hood with techs and vestsDumping on different sets (who`s that man?)D-A-Z`s my niggaIf he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures he`s my niggaThe more I think about life and the world that surrounds usBeing from Tha Pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so what`s up?)I`m all about dropping bombsAnd possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind can`t designSo let`s let bygones be bygones, aim to shootAnd mash with your boys if you`re down for making loot`Cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorchedYou`re caught up like being in court, fighting the warsNow I pause to take a sneak peek through The Source (Magazine)Our force is not revealing (what?), we sold two million (damn!)Willingly we survived, willingly we strivedWe all multiply, Dogg Pound `till we dieI thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half yourorganizationSacred assassinations, fool, here`s what you`re facingThe diverse, you`re in a worse situation, like that...Prince Ital Joe:Yeah, Tell Babylon that we`ll never give up hope in the ghetto`Cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the skyWe won`t ever, never give up the fight, seeWe, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggleThe struggle to survive, and to live goodTo bring food on the table for our families, seeTell Babylon that we have hopeLike our brothers Martin Luther King and Marcus GarveyWe believe that we are true AfricansAnd we handle (???) in this lifeWe won`t kill our brothers no moreStab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun`Cause when we do we see their blood runAnd it`s not a pretty sightSo we don`t love the parasites of this worldSucking the blood of the sufferersYeah!