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Текст песни Guru f Black Jesus, Killah Priest, Timbo - In Here

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[Intro: Timbo King]Yo.. +In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here++In Here+, yo, yo...[Chorus 1: Timbo King]You can smoke +In Here+, get loc`d +In Here+Wanna bubble? Got raw coke +In Here+Fucky fucky, bitches sellin` ass +In Here+Got all my niggas up +In Here+[Timbo King]Eh-yo, fight like _Cats and Dogs_, rats and hogsWatered down Naia shit, Niagara FallsThe nut buster, bust nuts at bitches` wallsRicochet, watch it bounce off like kid-neysThe Y-chromosome, +Young God+ own a homePicture my son _Home Alone_, I`m spittin` fome on a cordless phoneMy valium`s high, Dark Denim`s on, you can ask Karl KaniAttract urban cells, Colt .45 shellsShotti shells, seashells in Fort LauderdaleI love hella right, always smellin` rightEquester you my shit, fuck an express overnightI`m from Poverty-ville, probably willCuz the prob` remain nothin`, that`s all, my revolver stillkick fast, corporate thugs learn to kick backUsed to eat three-hundred thousands off a mis-packof crills, who you know could back a dealquicker than you can say, "Yo, crack can kill"?Murder one, catch a body off of self-defenceMy mic rinse be my evidenceYo, eh-yo, Royale, +Purple Rain+, what`s my hood?Y`all too easy to break, like plywoodGet high, Mr. Magic fly Tai woodIt`s `Bo King hood rhymes, up to no goodIt`s `Bo King hood rhymes, up to no good {*echoes*}[Chorus 2: all]You can ill +In Here+, we can build +In Here+We can spit gifts, kick real skills +In Here+You can drink +In Here+, who you think`s +In Here+?God body with the shottis, when you blink, we`re here[Killah Priest]Yo, poverty stricken, robbery, guns be clickin`Forever burnin` in the furnace of afflicationOverdose and drug addictions, thugs who judged by the systemwill suck the blood of the victimsSacreligious, savage trapped in prisonAdapt the wisdom, they sit back and listento the old-timers, the beast out the clothes linersBullets claim the lives of miners, and 9-to-5ersThe nine`ll find ya, in the line of fireSkies turn black, I could see your soul, touch a ghostDrag you through the holes, spit out blue fireMy heart turns cold, never stay true to liarsImprint marks in your robe, I see black smokeDark clouds, I talk to ghostsI spaz out when my spirit recharge like a voltElectric eyes open up, ya could see the ebony skies {*echoes*}[Guru a/k/a Bald Head Slick]From hot corners to hotter chicks, hoopties to hotter whipsSpit hollow-tip shit like Black Fist at the OlympicsFor heartless cowards, time to meet your darkest hourAllah reps power, one of these fours`ll give you lead showersFaint whispers of hoes schemin` to dis-robe your clothesCatch you for your platinum, if not, for your white goldIt`s all about the code that we were taught to beholdAlthough the world may be rugged, fuck it, we`re thuggin` to soulWhether it`s straight rapin` a hoe to straight makin` the doughIt ain`t worth it if you can interpret, yoUnderstandin`, calls for the best plannin`Son just copped the best cannons, so y`all best throw ya hand inStandin` on the mountain top like Martin LutherRap tutor, no doubt, tap you the fuck out like Zab JudahThe promised land, here, ain`t nuttin` promised, manJust know how to tell a thief from an honest man[Black Jesus]For the love of the link I spit in your faceGimme some space, the Lord assure to be on your tapeSee we kill for pleasure, you war veter`s and I hate your gutsIn any weather we can get it on and fuck you upLivin` it up, you got big guns, enough jewelsHad ass before the cash, y`all niggas playin` the foolBreakin` the rules, I put you where the sun don`t shineBuried alive, my nines make a walnut rhymeFeelin` me, son? We all about revealin` the gunAcknowledge the God and know this ain`t no one-on-oneIt`s us on y`all, you posin` wit ya back on the wallReady to fall, no mercy when we cut off your ballsCan you picture bein` food for the worms, gaspin` for air?You learned the hard way, not to come unpreparedSee we sacrifice the weak, don`t speak unless you spoken toEvaluate your life, dog, cuz your blood`ll merk you[Chorus 2][Hook: Timbo King (all)]+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)+In Here+, +In Here+, +In Here+ (Where? Where? Where?)Yo, all my niggas up +In Here+[Chorus 1][Hook]

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