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Текст песни John Forte` f Destruct, Fat Joe - They Got Me

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[Forte` - Chorus]They Got Me killin with themThey Got Me sinnin` with themSmokin` drum, holdin` arms, bustin` guns with themThey Got Me fearin` the pen, cuz I don`t want to go inIt`s going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again![Forte` - Verse One]Yo, Call my lawyerThey ran up on me son, ain`t nothin` for yaTwo shots, my allabies, I`m with Joe and De La HoyaFight on, ran up in the crib and turned the lights onYo get this, Mothafucka! I don`t leave no witnessLike Larry Fishburne, I`ll meet in Hawthorne, pushin` leftsWith no signal light on, yo word bond, I know the shit`s on!Called Don Cartagena from the PilanYo be war, lawyers and attorneys trying to hurt meIndeed I, feel stressed Clutched my shorty`s chest smokin` C.I.`sTruth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.`sMuffled lives, like a pit bull at willSit still, or you`re shook real, y`all niggas need to get real, or get killed!The 4-fifth, call the men still, alcohol`s never distilledA hundred proof vest, bulletproof![Forte- Chorus 2x][ Fat Joe - Verse Two]Ungh, yeah yeah...I live a plush lifeNothin` on my wrist, crushed iceBumpin` the heist, in the GS with the bug lightsJust us guys, tough guys, the puff lyeCut up pies from night, `til the sunriseIf one of us dies, his fam gets a shareEvery man`s treated fair, no one`s getting his hand kissed in the chairWe all shine as individuals, ex-criminals, we trained to not hate you for theresidualsNow his interludes, reflecting how we was reppin`Snappin` necks-n-----Charging the mob for our protectionI`m still rejecting offers from half the forcesA corner office, and ten percent of all extortionsI`m still enforcing, but only when it`s close to homeDo it for Tony, he taught me how to hold my ownBut now I`m fully grown, and I got dreams of my ownMy whole team on the throne, living like kings out of Rome...It`s on![Forte` - Chorus 2x][Fat Joe - Verse 3]Ungh...Yeah..Yo....For the right priceI`ll put any rapper on iceOver three gods, Terror Squad`ll cough `em up real niceSend him to Christ, taking his life`s not a problemI`ve been robbin` niggas and pullin` triggas way before my albumDrownding my sorrows with bottles of MoeAnybody can go, lose your control, end up a John DoeYou didn`t know, my shit is game tightThe insane type to bust open your brain with a drainpipeIt ain`t right, but I don`t give a - UNGHH!Me and Punisher contemplate your death, like the governerMy red dot that make ya head hot, disgusting wet spotBlood gushing down your bumbleclot dreadlocks![Forte`]Ayo Joe! We suffocating with the headlockLet`s fly the kite to his MaYou leave the key inside the breadboxI hold the toaster, Fugee-Camou coats and penny loafersGlass table meetings with Dons, I`m nice wit` mineNo time to be fair, I build in this squareI`m holdin` it there, my corporation`s like a million in shareThe gat push weak niggas back, from Brownsville to Flatbush9- double 1 dialing shorty wildin`She tryin` to send the god up to the islandLike the rest of my fam, the best of the damnedThe Beast, who locked the rest of my mensLease a tenant, four pounds are fingerprintedLouisville`s aluminum invented, some dumb scent it and peppermint it![Forte` - Chorus 2x][Destruct - Verse Four]We`re just thugs for lifeBustin` slugs for lifeForte`, Brownsville, Gun tec uniteFat Joe, BX you know the shit stay tightCap`s casings, blast faces, and do what you like!Cap`s casings, blast faces, and do what you like!My son drive a bust guns, though the shit ain`t rightWe`re just thugs for life, bustin` slugs for lifeForte`! Brownsville! Gun tec, unite!Brownsville! BX! (Repeat & Fade out)Forte` !

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