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Текст песни Jermaine Dupri f DMX, The Mad Rapper - Life in 1472

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[DMX]Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)Chorus: repeat 2XTo all my bitches in the spot lookin` real flyAn` all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin` highAn` all my playas world wide it`s just you and IGetcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right[Jermaine Dupri]First off, y`all niggaz know I don`t slouchAn` as a kid I done did the shit you talkin aboutI`m from the South, ya heard?Where niggas fly birds outta ImpalasLive lavishFrom ATL to Dallas an` the little palaceGoin once, goin twice, everyday, livin niceIn the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin diceLivin the life, that y`all dream ofPuttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to SegaYou seen us, the green stuffAn nuttin` else that`s all I collectI got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and RespectAn` I can damn the check that any of y`all niggaz spitI stay hittin, I ain`t bullshittin (he ain`t bullshittin)Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J.It`s all pimp play, when it comes to meAn` y`all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets downAn` those who don`t it`s a new sheriff in townFeel me nowChorus x2[Mad Rapper]Yo, let me tell you were I`m at y`allShits kinda sad y`allIf you ride the buses or trainsWatch ya back ya`llWho think he stallin?I still ain`t ballinAn` I got wild billsAn` a crowd that keeps callinMy dogs wanna hang (bark)My bitches wanna bangBut it don`t mean a thang When all you got is changeThat`s why my women ain`t dimesNot even close to ninesSorta like fives and sixesWit scars and stichesType of bitches that spit in yo` face like AlomarBroke hoes without a car snatchin` fruit from salad barsWhich one of ya`ll come on, test me nowMe not goin` nowhere, you don`t impress me nowSo next time you see me up in them clubsI`m probably scemin`While you at the barBrick hard and fiendin`I wait for 4 o`clock when yo` drunk ass is leavin`Cause I paid to get inAn` now I gotta pray teethin`Chorus x2[DMX]Niggas goin` to partiesThousand dollar shoes and jewelsYou Begets what I be wantin` so I be bringin` the toolTryin` to snatch up all that ice that you came inAn` nigga D be flippin`, yeah, money, it`s the same shitWhat you thoughtCause you boughtA jointYou might be able to creep a niggaWhen he ain`t on pointAn` I can see it in yo` eyes that you comin` closer than tryin`An` every step you take brings yo` ass closer to dyin`An` I don`t flow wit the doughcause money comes and goesGimme the love of my thugsHoodrats and hoes, an` I`m goodCause motherfucker I`m stayin in the hoodAn` I`m gon` rip till I`m stiff like woodYou wishin` that you couldKeep it as real as meAn` you gon` know that the pain that you feel is meWhen I get ill it beSome next shitDarkman, Motherfuckin X shitWreck shitFor respect bitchChorus x4

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