Текст песни Joe Budden f Phil Collins - In The Air, слова песни Joe Budden f Phil Collins

Текст песни Joe Budden f Phil Collins - In The Air

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[Intro: Joe Budden]Chea, GC, Rest In PeaceMojo, Rest In PeaceChamp gon` Rest In PeaceLittle Reg gone Rest In PeaceSlick Senior, you gon Rest In PeaceKeith gon` Rest In PeaceI need all y`all to Rest In PeaceTo all my niggaz Rest In Peace(Repeat x2)[Verse: Joe Budden]I know my dead homies watching upon usBut uh, I aint gotta know a nigga to mournSee a real nigga crying it`s tortureGet the candles and the drinksWe gon` have our own wake on the cornerYou could just visionAll of the memoriesHennesy guzzling and you bugginCuz you was just with himGod called for his son it was timeYou gotta have peace with the LordWish you it`s on just one last timeSome think that nothin about it is goodHe got what every nigga dreams of, he`s out of the hoodSo why we all sit in the hood cryin liquerHe`s in heaven laughing like "look at my niggaz"They all sobbing, them tears aint stoppingGod throw em a sign and let them know I`m still watchingTime passes and things get poppinLike "He woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option"It`s back to old times as if he just popped inYou had to take somebody Jesus not himAll my real niggaz put a lighter in the airThere`s a fighter in the airThat cloud right thereAnd I know my time is coming like everybody elses(But) But by then I hope that everybody felt thisAlways that one hateful nigga make it seem like everybody`s jealousSomebody here don`t like me breathinI know somebody here`s tryna spite me steaminSpite how I ride these Sprees and dap meGoin to projects, at the end of the night I`m leavinOne of my old mans has now burnt outMic off me, never know how things turn outCuz even your close friends`ll steal yaCome to think of it, I could be real cool with my po-tential killerThat`s called taking the bitter with the sweetThe skip with the verseThe gift with the curseSomebody wants to see the kid in a hearseBut I`ll die for this rap shit, clips will disperseKill for this rap shit, it gets reversedMurder you lethal (So)So don`t watch if the convertable bleeds youTake your pick with the clipsHow you want it, reversible or see-through?I be another locked dog in the fortAnd another wake on the corner will be all my faultAnother body inside the CaddyThat`ll make my Moms right cuz I`ll be in jail just like DaddyDaddy come home, something aint rightI think the Lord bout to call `pon Uncle MikeMike got high and he wasn`t too strongDoc said he got cancer and it wouldn`t be longSaid in another six months he`ll be gonePops still play that one gospel song every morn`Stopped gettin high so it`s no more pipeAnd they found medicine that`ll extend his lifeYears past and, Mike`s still here he`s not hurtGospel song every morn it`s funny how God worksWait! He`s got the disease, he`s different againHe`s starting to get sick and shit`s missing againNow that monthly cheque he`s spending againGoddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing againDad, Mike sprungAnd God put the cancer in his lungs likeFuck that cure you had a choiceDisease is so cunning when you trippin` highYou can`t throw away the gift of lifeNigga you take it or leave itNigga play it to keep itNigga safe retreatedCuz if the Lord come take it you heed itNo funeral homes, not for youAnd I don`t really wanna visit in the hospitalDon`t wanna see you like that cuz I`mma be too scaredI`d rather meet my own demise and meet you ThereGod I can`t make pretendAt least take me first so I aint gotta see you take my friendsSome things I can`t even figure, like why you have to take him for?Come on God answer me niggaAnother tatoo, another name sprayed on the back window of the car for a monthAnother family shattered, in tearsAnother night on my knees with a new name added to my prayersAll the things we still feelinCuz on a nice day when the sky`s clear I`m gon` see y`all staringExtend your arm, take this poundTo all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this downC`mon

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