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Текст песни Masta Killa f Prodigal Sunn, Streetlife - Whatever

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"I think of sometime" - sample repeated throughout the song[Intro: Streetlife]I see him... Killa... blast on `em, neverYo..[Streetlife]I got the drop on you, don`t flinchPop niggaz like John LynchLeave niggaz in they own stenchI`mma light drinker, heavy smokerKnown for duckin` show promotersPass the money, over, my whole crew is ex-consBe alarmed, when you hear the *err-urrrrr*It`s on, Silverback niggaz under the stairsWhen we link up, we travel in pairsYa`ll niggaz best to beware of the most thoroughestCover all aspects, four cornersYou can`t creep up on usI`m takin` one for the team, deal me inAnd when the smoke clears, do it againThis ain`t a side show, you can die slowThere`s no I in team, we all ride... yo!The Masta brought the ceremony, this is my testamentHomicide Housing, that`s what I represent[Prodigal Sunn]Criminal gun play, chemical dream to P.J.`sLast raid, another fed paid, bed rum: SundayThe world dyin` for the love of moneyExpensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaineCondition the brain, children in strain, as I look backMemory lane, civil and plain, it be in fameA major part of the game, chemistry grainFoolish kids ran when I cameForty acres, five percent of terrainSpark right through my vein tunnel, aim through this jungle of rainA lot of haters wanna see us hangBut watch me bang as in Eagle/CraneStep back, shatter your frameAnother victim in the system where he barely sustainedForkin` in, I sold a million way, his first campaignSippin` rosemary cherry champagne, niggaThe young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst`Talk with a lisp, then I be top of your list[Chorus: Streetlife]We all in this together, forever and everDown for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeahWe all in this together, forever and everDown for whatever, whenever[Masta Killa]Check the Words from the Genius, that was written in penMurder gloves, hide the fingerprint, but never the sinGhetto prophet that`s born to quoteGot the crimies, behind me, with the face on strokeDon`t provoke, trust son, that thing bust, and we roll dangerousWho can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrustYo, don`t miss the lead vocalist, terroristWu-Tang, a pure danger, the God hold a fortTeach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping groundWe hold courts in the streets of New YorkSnort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fireCut the mic wire, hit a love ballad notePen stroke, beautiful quote, for you to deep throatGhetto life had to rough up in the housingThey only make `em us, every twenty five thousand[Chorus]

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