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Текст песни DJ Krush f Tragedy - Real

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Niggaz don`t you know? Never promised tomorrow manCheck it, check it *the next life*Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that shitFor real man, shit can happenin the blink of a fuckin eye you can lose your life manRecognize that for real You`re never promise tomorrow, you knowAny nigga that you know, knahmsayin?You never know about these things, word upHis body was cold yet his face remained calmlyHe spoke differently, as if he was GodlyLayin on the ground the gat still in his clutchesShoulda saw it comin but he smoked too many DutchesSituation, made me sober as fuckAs he coughed up blood, tellin me he`s stuckGunmen, drove off in a Yukon truckSaid a prayer for him, hopin that his soul was blessedCause my hands couldn`t cover all the holes in his chestHis eyes told the story that his heart was diminishedThe ambulence took about a hour, ten minutesThey didn`t have to tell me that my Son life was finishedI guess his heart never knew the love that was in itYeah, word up, goin backChorus: TragedyIf your heart stop beating I`ll go back in timeMake your heart beat again, real niggaz to the endIt`s all about cash, and the diamond ringsDedicated, cause real niggaz do real things(repeat 2X)Word up, real things, real niggaz do real thingsYo, movin onThrough his eyes I seen the next life flash in front of hisCocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner isThe blood drenched in his Armani linenI guess that`s the karma of a thug when he sinninFrom the beginnin, I reminisce the younger yearsWhen we were younger peers on the block pourin out beersAnd now the tears, I can`t stop from cominI wanna bring it to this nigga blaze him while he runninIt seemed stunnin, the way we started in the gameI never wanted, my Son dyin in this painNow the nigga that shot him I wanna find him and kill himHeard he`s a Willie and keep a bunch of killers with himThe Jake snatched him up so I just had to forget himBut on the low, if I ever see him, I`ma hit himYo when he bust a slug in the heart of a true thugIt`s real love, this is what a real nigga doesChorusWhat yo, real niggaz do real thingsWord up, real niggaz do.. real niggaz, yeahYo, 41st side, Queensbridge yo, yoThe words cut like a knife, ma your son was shotHer mouth, wide open, seemed like her heart droppedShe fell to the floor with her eyes in shockI was standin there stuck off the words I saidWorst thing to tell a mother that her son was deadShoulda knew what love is, `fore he learned what a thug isNow he left his kids to be raised by they mothersFrom the cradle to the grave we was like brothersWent to same schools and fucked the same bitchesPumped on the same block with the same snitchesBurnin lye on the roof, talkin bout richesAnd I remember, when we was both five percentersGoin hand to hand, gettin bent, crashin rentersAnd now the end is, justifyin all the meansThat`s just the story when you`re dyin out in Queensand it`s real, word up, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yoChorus (repeats)Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga still my niggazEven if you don`t get no biggerFinsta, Crash, presedentialConfidential, fuck it, yo, yo, what?Japan rules, foreign exchange, how we do, yoBegins, world currencyThe way the dollar bends, and it haunts meIt wants me it traps me, in the holeReachin for my soul, fuck it, yoChorus

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