Текст песни Godfather, Royal Flush, Rah Fese - Game Over (Compilation)
Godfather, Royal Flush, Rah Fese - Game Over (Compilation) слова песни
Chorus: GodfatherI-I think like, eat like, sleep like streetI-I think like, eat like, sleep like streetI-I think like, eat like, sleep like streetI-I think like, eat like, sleep like street[Godfather a/k/a G.O.D.]Forgive me for thinkin this way in a foul stateLive bay niggas try hard to escapeGrab a taste, get blown 40 gate with thisInfamous, murderous shit, the click leave gashesUp in this hard life style, similar to nun wild thuns with gunsThey bop to a silent beat, walk thru the slums at nightFully on point, animal instinct, ya lids blinkEyes shrink leary of my hood mentalityI think like, eat like, sleep like streetWe battle with the beats till the cypher completeAnd, never the lessly, true tales come beneath P, peep thisPetty dime niggas grow up to be richHad the time to flipTo the end we survive this, born with the livenessAsylus, some godness to be[Royal Flush]All I wanna do is eatin it right, hold guns, fist fightCoke out at low price, runnin thru the red lightBlast that blue and white, smoke dro wherever I likeCar, mansions and bikes, shorties givin head rightPussy off the website, hundred thou on the pitfightWith street palmers, six packs and two shottiesStill hustle where I caught bodies, the black GottiQueens I`m in the biz, Dirty South in the CaddyLovin my life, fuck it if it`s wrong or rightCocaine music, make ya sniff it all nightCoast to coast flight, ATL a brick on my whiteRunnin from Vice, without a deal I still rock micsWhile I separate the real from ya clown typeBash you with chrome pipes, never been to jail or been slicedPlatinum under ice, stand in the dark and make lightYou said you heard my rhyme? We gonna have to fightCuz I just made the muthafucka up last nightChorus[Rah Fese a/k/a Hafice]Yo Allah forgive me, for my life beein so shiftyCuttin up fifties, bleed heat, and I try to see a nigga stick meThe God be warfare, that left ya back twistedPackin that black biscuit, and get you ya cap twistedWords from all, my elders told me, want my batchers only at townsRemember words that my Grandma once told meDon`t disregard the Bible, cuz it`s all about survivalAnd even I know Pharoah, will never find out where I hid the hydroUndercover still tryin to play hero, gettin chased for DeNiroHave ya heart below zeroCuz the hustle`s a hastle, Pharoah will cut thru ya castleAnd try to bust you or bash you over a couple of capsulesTimes a rival, touchin my piece like a thiefCuz seven of soldiers in ghetto warfare found deceasedChorus