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Текст песни Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Take Ya Time

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[Intro: Hell Razah]Uh, every project Article OneEvery hood, every ghettoFreedom of Speech, this one we gon` talk to themThis goes out to the hoods, 4th DiscipleEvery ghetto need a government, you know?Think of the times, man, when responsibilities become for realFrom Red Hook to Ohio, baby, A-One[Chorus: Hell Razah, children]Take your time, young man, I remember they used to sayAll that glitter ain`t gold, I remember they used to sayYou got to live your life... you got to live your lifeTake your time, young man[Hell Razah]We was young men, never thought it would come to an endIn the projects, I lived there, Red Hook, BrooklynBefore kings got shot at, for beige sheep skinsReminiscin` on the nights we didn`t listen to GlennOn the stoupe, smokin` weed drinkin` a fifth of ginWe had the same Timberlands before that winter came inNow I begin to make a change before my seed get tenIn the womb of the beast, we like the seed that sinThrough the children is the only way we breathe againWe never notice it, but still the drug game, is over withYou either die or go to jail, for the one controllin` itWe never ship it, but always get caught for holdin` itWhile the government finance those who float it inSo who`se the culprits? The one ownin` it or who be smokin` it?To those who lost souls in the game, to my condolencesFlashback to all the past blacks, died for cracksMade grandmothers faint out, and have heart attacksFuck a democrat, welcomin` mat, we send them backTil we take back the almanac, to plan a formatNever saw in rap, on a A-DAT, for real[Chorus][Hell Razah]In my ghetto, son, the walls have earsSame rumors carried on for years, more and more forties and beersReminiscin` on the pictures we shared, coffee parkYou blunted on the benches and stairs, and never scaredNigga violate at all, toe to toe in the squareElevator ride, you play a corner or catch a black eyeHot piece and butter, find a bell, taste the fat guyBack then, Black and Sly Time, had the loudest rideWe went from petty crime, to up north, to federal timeMoney circulate, some paper chase for nickels and dimesSome will die while they was holdin` they steel, in automobilesYou noticin` the snake eyes was all in his grillFrom success, come the envious, revenge and sexIn the projects, no tellin` if you death be nextGamblin` bets, debts turn to techs and threatsWe all strugglin` from Puerto Ricans down to Aztecs[Chorus][Outro: Hell Razah]All my young`ns, comin` up..

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