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Текст песни Masters of Illusion - We All Over

Masters of Illusion - We All Over слова песни

[Keith] kept in time at jail, robbery for six years[M.Man] you missed out on hella money, food, weed and beer[Keith] called home, stupid jacky never answer the phone[Keith] what you been doin`[M.Man] trying to concentrate on come-ups(Chorus)[M.Man] we all over[Keith] takin` over[M.Man] mic controller[Keith] high rollers[M.Man] north, east, south, west coast[Keith] throwin` bombs at you(Repeat 3X)[Motion Man]I threw the gat in the bac of his `acI wore gloves so my fingers wouldn`t make contactit`s either that or do time for this ? snatchf` that! partner take the rapper watch yo backand he`s back, who`s that, cadillac all black yo that`s my folksyoung motion getting out with his yolkschanging channels ? switching up to sopranos when they see usgot`em caught up in a corner like fetuspop the trunk get yo stuff out switch the cars and move fastmake `em walk the plank the pirate`s out here holding his shankyou don`t understand the time that you`re doing for mejust incase in clifton santiago out here for freewhoa don`t tell your partner we got to get it togetherno more domestic import people stuck out there in customsI don`t trust a motha` bout as far as I can chuck `emhis bodyguard looks familiar, I`m recognizing the scarofficers got us at gunpoint, they searchin` the cartwo chinese men trying to launder `bout 500 grandthey homosexuals, I leave the male pimp in the standunited states government officials look for the mansantiago`s got his pictures up in the post office`cuz santiago is a ?last seen selling hash north, east, south west coast(Chorus 4X)[Kool Keith]I went to ralph`s bought me chicken, my girl some spamdrove in the block with a green fleetwood brohamgold dayton rims with the diamonds on the edge and trimstrunk full of heroine checkin` out the merroinetwo shotguns, grenades, rockets stashed under the seatl.a.p.d. took my license, but can`t see metinted windows, big powder, here`s for your nosestraight from miami, columbian, puerto ricoimmigrant right hand man nicknamed chicojamaican posse at the house drinkin` carlo`s ?rossi?carbine 41 shot banana clip machine gunduffel bags, work my cuban west indian shirtcallin` the feds up with private numbers tryin` to networkofficial numbers in the stash glove compartmentcountin` bricks with incense in an empty apartmentup on the fourth floor with lactose mixin` rawanswer the door, stand behind it with a 44some sucka named rell, kid rung the wrong bellshut up iesha! this girl tryin to blow my spotI gotta babysit I`m chillin` yo the block is hottransfer my ammo, throw techs in a hefty baghit the street, I talk of sales when I meet(Chorus 4X)

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