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Текст песни La the Darkman - Glory *

La the Darkman - Glory * слова песни

* originally known as "It`s Only Love" and cut from "Heist of the Century"[Intro: La the Darkman]Word up, it`s LaIt`s rough out here God, you know?Word up, yea..[Chorus 2X: La the Darkman]It`s only love, doin this thing, paIt`s only love that I`m givin[La the Darkman]Yo, Earths are cryin, as they see their son`s dyinIn the streets, bitches are burnin like the bottom of an ironNegativity is all that brothers see in my environmentI don`t work for the white man, cuz coccaine is hirinMy times is expirin, but I don`t careAll I do is buy sneakers, new cars and beerWhen I need to buy estates, `fore it get too lateBut furnished basements, have my all crew, liftin weightsDrinkin liquor, see the real picture, your life is too shortWill you make that million dollars, pa, before you get caught?Between stick-up kids and jakes, you got to make your own fateIt was another kid`s beef, my son got caught by a strayAnd he passed on in a flash from a four-five shellAnd I gotta believe in Heaven cuz the ghetto is HellWhat is reality, and the lifestyle of all men?I need a mansion, twins, Heineken`s and skinsI don`t drink Gin to sin, leave that to raw-dick KimCuz he too light to fight, so he shoot to win in the end[Chorus 2X][La the Darkman]Madmen disappear here over the yearsAccept collect calls from my penetentiary peersIt`s locked down for snow, I wanna live a better lifeKnow mad niggas caught by the Germans and drugs twiceNow they behind bars, told when to eat, sleep and shitTransformed a three-year to a eight-year bidCuz he jooked a kid, peace to Mena, Big E, now WayneYou`ll be home son, sportin fly Air onesBut in the world, yea there`s still shorties bugginOn a block at night bustin off guns for nothinI`ve done that, I`m tryin to escape that, blackLittle Mike just came back from doin four years flatHe was a hostage, trapped in a four-corner roomShipped far upstate, seen light to the moonNever snitched, that`s why he`s doin six plus sixWhile half y`all cats`ll go to court, singin like a bitchThese are the true facts of it, either hate it or love itStash your toast in my whip, in the wood grain, coveredBut it`s peace, cuz I`ma fuck up cats with no greaseThis track is for the niggas locked down and deceasedR.I.P., R.I.P[Chorus 4X][Outro: La the Darkman *during chorus*]Word up, ParadaLiz, Big Gus, all my maniacsTracks, cousin FactsWord up, Mena, Slow JoeYou know? Word upAll mine, yaknowImean?Gotti, word upSalasie, knowI`msayin? Word upYou know? My man King, Ced DemonKing Gunner, word upKnowI`msayin? Ugh!

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