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Текст песни Guerilla Maab - Speak on It

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(*talking*)Good Lord, I wanna thank youFor waking me up, to see anotherNew day, I`ve never seen beforeForgive me for my sins, for theyBe where I thought of deed, a missionA cold mission, Lord please bless meWith the blessings you sayI stand in need of, when I`ve done everythingOn this earth, that you laid out for me to doLord please bless me with a homeSomewhere in your kingdomEven the loss of the aloneIn Jesus name I pray, amen[Z-Ro]Seem like the light is so closeI can feel my soul, about to vacateMake me wonder, am I right for GodCause I don`t wanna get denied, at the pearly gateEven though I been cut throat, tripping off PCPTelling all my friends, to take a hikeBut it`s fucked up, thinking bout tapesFrom other niggaz, when they on pot they can break the micNo time for pussy, I gotta pump packs in the projectsPlus I gotta pimp the pen, if I wanna get paidI can`t feel sorry gotta do the deed, and get up in the windGotta get some dividends, and if I don`t dieI`ma seek forgiveness of my sins, and if I get deniedEven though I tried, I`ma burn for the rest of the devil meBut the Lord gon give it, and the Lord gon take itAway, so I can`t trip on my lifeIt was my time to go, somebody take care of my childAnd raise him up right, plus these niggaz be living so shifeI don`t want my seed, to get corruptedGive him so much game, when I dieHe gon live as if the lessons, ain`t interruptedJust to show how fucked up, the game can getBig Steve, money came up missingI was up in the car, so I`m a suspect of the crimeBut a nigga ain`t tripping, all I can say is that I`m a GAnd I just won`t touch it, unless I own itWish I could tell Steve, that I`m still on my grindFor mine, so I`ma bleed the block if I want it[Hook]Can`t believe itI`m gon have to ride tonightRoll on, roll onHolding plexes, pulling pistolsThey play with your lifeRoll on roll on, or get stoled on[Z-Ro]Evilness without the sin, let him cast the first stoneBut unless your father, can make the wind blowWhen I see a check, please leave me aloneBecause I never asked nobody, for nothingI just accepted, what I was givenEven though I`m po`, I pray to let God knowThat I`m thankful to be still living, yeah I`d rather be a slave in heavenThan to be, the most comfortable cat in hellBut I`m too good for one, and too bad for oneSo I`m between the two, I gotta sellLiving on lock, familiar with songs and proverbsWhen the ways of the world, start to tripWhen I can`t take it, I smoke too muchThat explains, that black shit around a nigga lipThe Lord is my light, and my salvationBut I still slip away, with natural herbsI don`t be smoking weed, to look cool foolI got a problem, I do it to calm my nervesNow the preacher, wanna see me on SundayBut knowing I`ma bleed the block, first thang come MondayI don`t go, cause another no showSaid I`ll fuck around and die, when I walk in the do`Never go be talking about a nigga, behind his backI`ma do it to him in his face, hoe checking a bitchAbout what he might of said a few days ago, talking down in a safe placeBut it ain`t safe, for the presence of a god damn foolThat`ll squeeze, and make a motherfucker blood come downHeavily armed, with an automatic roundWhen I frown, it ain`t real cool to stick aroundPlus I found, that a relationship ain`t shitWhen I was fucking, with one of these hoesShe done fucked it up, for the rest of the womenCause I ain`t trying to fuck, with none of these hoesSome of my partnas, that`d turn to foesThat`d turn to struggling, from ballingBut I`m crooked as ever, but the world is so crookedI hope that God, ain`t tired of me calling[Hook][Z-Ro]Now if I said, that I`d rather be deadInstead of going through, the struggle and the painHere to make logical sense, but when I get in a predicamentI still be trying, to maintainDon`t wanna lose my life, I wanna choose to live my life rightBut it`s hard to decide, like a devil in disguiseThat be pulling a bull up over my eyesAnd trying to get me, to swallow my prideBut I be ready to ride, and won`t be deniedEven if I died, motherfuckers know I triedTo keep a bullet out of that body, I criedEverytime I put it inside, to make another nigga cap-sizeBut if somebody, wanna put me under the groundSomebody better have a good planI`m a man, that`ll be ready to break a bastard offBut I don`t wanna die, living in a casket why did aBitch wanna set my partna up, cause it really got up under my skinBut I ain`t tripping, when a nigga feeling withOne up in the chamber, just to get a little bit of revengeI can`t even keep a girlfriend, everybody be fucking with meAnd got my name, in a negative whirlwindI be ready for the trumpet to blow, and even if I don`t get to goI still, wanna see the world endCause I be tired, of feeling this angerFeeling the permission of danger, with every breathI be tired of watching my back, and packing a gatAnd living 24-7, up in a motherfucking vestGod bless me, cause everybody wanna test meSo I don`t even talk, on my Prime Co. phoneLeave a message, and press three[Hook - 2x]

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