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Текст песни Group Home - Sacrifice

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Intro:Yo! This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt Check it outIt is ok that we make mistakesNo one on this level is perfectIt is ok to cry and make mistakesThat is part of bein of a human beingWe must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to comeSo everyone who doubt in theeI`m just sayin: ffuck you!(Interlude Cuts:Our society is fucked upThey`re fuckin our brothasThis is-s-s, this is white societyThey`ve, problem, us, uhThis shit ain`t no god damn accident This shit wears niggaz out to heartThis shit was created for usThis shit was created to make niggaz tweakIt must be something in the... the nigga blood or somethingThis shit... these ni-ni-niggaz, ni-ni-niggaz)Verse One:Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sons be sonsMade the biggest man beat the man with the biggest gunsSo elevate my mindstate, and take the weightCock back two gats, it`s power ?moves MA?I sacrifice my lifestyle, that I`m livinFor or the real shit in drama that`ll be givinFor years, I never faked jackson with fearStep to my misions, man to man, act my own airsOne for one, go for yours, blow for blowAll out schemes CC, the big toeYo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, manWordu, yo, uh..Verse Two:Here`s a message from god, show`im how we roll hardThis lifestyle I must sacrifice with the Def SquadIt`s all about, no getting` minds no fuckin` doubtAnd all y`all fake fuckin niggaz need a break outWord up, yo, I kill you in the battleDeadly like a rattle snakeBut I don`t rattleHere`s a sattle for the ride up ya lifeAnd if you don`t know me, I think you better think twiceYou better step or check for someone elseWhen you step in my trap, you wreck yourselfHere`s the wealth, good health and the moneyYou funny, like a fuckin dummy Bugs BunnyFeel my wrath, here`s my ass in the gold dragCause I love to blast, and I love to crashEveryday we do it around my wayHave no time to play, I just fade away...I sacrifice my lifestyle(Interlude Cuts:Hey, you can`t change anythingJust goin` on, youknowhat...Hope y`all... don`t let TV take off your mindsLe-learn and think for yourself)Verse Three:Ain`t nothing sweet, you and death`ll meetFuckin withe streets, shit`s realWe know the deal so we pack steelWe be the individuals livin reventlessPackin the automatic weapons and bullet proof vest`esMe and my crew got to live in proofLivin Proof- so I choose not to fake movesI make moves and break rules if I have toNo dough, so I got the gat pointed at youBy any means I`m out for creamAnd willin to do sticks, catch vicksBecause I`m on some trife shitYo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordupOutro:The absolute NutcrackerThe boogie-woogie body snatchasYea, to my nigga Deputy*?kidnap paper?* knuhmsayingMy nigga HeadquartersSmily, the Ghetto ChildBrainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh

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