Текст песни Mad Vibes - Mistakes
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[Leem]I`m sick of bein nobody so I pull a jack move in a hurryGot my name on the board, now these niggaz know meas the one who can get the job doneAnyone that`ll step will regret that`s a bet I`m a threatto little wannageez and they familiesLiftin weight with them cooked up `caine keysI see my niggaz on the streets runnin backwardsTryin to get what we cain`t, cause we capturedLate night deals goin down, watch it popI couldn`t see myself gettin dropped for a rockSo I`m forced to choose another hobbyI keep on searchin for employment, cause slangin ain`t for everybodyI got dogs that can make thangs happenWe roll slow, lookin for niggaz who nappinI`m strapped and we cappin and ready to blaston the first slippin nigga cause I`m sick of bein lastChorus: repeat 2XIt ain`t no room for mistakes in the streets, watch yo` back[Mad Doc]The good old days, vanished right before my eyes, check my new disguisein a WORLD of psychopaths and compromiseLearned to shut my fuckin mouth while I`m watchin scenesand let that fool weigh himself on them triple beamsThat blind rage got my back fadeBut maybe this whole new world of jackin, will introduce a graveI don`t know but all I see is struggleEvery road that a nigga crossin, seems he`s causin troubleI keep a hard frame, but never losin my gamein these streets, a nigga broke with a cracked frameFor my brothers sellin them sacks, keep sellin onCause I know, all you want is livin better homes[Leem]It ain`t no room for mistakes in the streets, watch yo` backCause niggaz are gettin served with the backstreet gatIt`s a fact that I lack qualities of your insecuritiesNiggaz how you figure you could fuck wit deez?It`s the G`s that I stack that I wish that I couldIt`s why I keep strivin and strayin from the goodSo should, you have, to hustle for your shitRemember there`s another nigga strugglin to gethigher than you, he`s flyer than you, he`s tryin your crewSo whatcha gonna do? Thangs done caught up witchuNow you`re faced with a cocked back twenty-twoCan`t escape, so the slug penetrates youSlowly fell into the devil all you hear is screamsNiggaz dyin for they backstreet fuckin dreamsChorus[Mad Doc]They got me stressin, got my lungs filled full of smokeSmoke sailin through my body like a sailboatCaptain of the ship so let it floatAnd on the backstreets a nine is what we toteLike monkey in the middle got me squiggin on them weak vibesAnd time, keeps on tickin in my head, bout to pop my mindGotta get with slower jobs cause we lower classStill they broke nast` fearsome niggaz, fuck they assFool move on, just float on, just move on slowWe buildin with the fuckin GODS, I thought they knowedHate to break the black thing while I`m slangin `caineSo I remain cold in my mind and watch my aimFiends gettin blowed out they frame, slainAnd watchin em fall like a tragedy, it`s sadBut I can`t stop the fuckin mad in me, it`s badI`m raisin gotta have my money flowin like a riverSo if you a victim better float like a bobbin niggaIt`s ninety-fo`, hope you struts from them green tipsAnd I done blasted on a nigga, let the blood dripTrapped in this fuckin game amazin puzzlesI got a ten and a NIM with a fuckin muzzleMy mind`s flickin to the silent rageof the backstreets I pray for the gravefor the luxury of a suite