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Текст песни Mathematics f Allah Real, Angie Neil, Ba - Tommy

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[Intro: movie sample]Set it here, set it hereWhat is this, boy, what`s the deal hereWhat`s the deal here?Come on with it, come on with it, speak upSpeak up, you better be cool, suckasYou better be coolYou don`t know who I am, do you, chump?I`m the death to you, boyTo you, and you, and you, better remember nowWhat goes around, comes aroundI`m coming here, don`t fuck me with nowYou`ll be dead[Intro: Eyeslow (Allah Real)Yo, Tommy what you doing out here, man?(Our little Tommy is thugging)You only 13, man, you should be in the crib, manYou know if your brother was here, man(Selling drugs and he`s buggin`)You know what they do to you, manWord, I`ll let him know, Jamaica, Queens(Our little Tommy is thugging)When we get smoked out, we just be buggin`Knowhatimsayin`, check it(Our little Tommy is thugging)Yo, yo, yo[Eyeslow]Aiyo, I`m looking for that Dolly PartonSo I skeet right on the salad gardenKey up her ignition, after, whippin` it, I`m valet parkingFine gray buddha, now we sparkingFingers cob webbin`, cop weave through four Jamaican`s bobsleddingI`m top ranked with the bank, it`s no more stolen carsFightin` over tuna cans and living off granola barsI put my work in like the Older GodsAnd gotta mob with status, Martin LawrenceMade it word, to rob and har`assAnd my hood is villain blocks, niggaz killin` copsCops killin` niggaz, dirty chicks and penicillen shotsI`m sick of seeing bitches lyin` with a straight faceFriendly orgy turning into Kobe Bryant`s rape caseMy block is where the drama take placeFightin` mocassen, dippin` from Johnny Depp and Ali Robinson21 Jump Street jake, NYPD license platesI ripe with grapes, pipe the eighth, but only if my life`s at stakeYo, I`m trynna get my cash establishedThree-two, Eyes ----[Angie Neil]Tommy[Bald Head]Little Tommy got his hands on a gun, he only 13Smoking weed, running from thugs that`s like 33He try`nna grow through fads, it ain`t coolCuttin` school, at a hooky party, feelin` on assTil some hatin` cats came in, Tommy started grippin`Dude looked him up and down, and Tommy got offendedShots rang up, everybody run and rappin`Little do they know, Tommy love gun clappin`The kid bounce before he even got hitMessed up when shorty got caught, between that shitNow, who gonna tell honey moms how she cut schoolAt a hooky school with girlfriends and wild dudesWho gonna talk to the cop, who gettin` locked for it?Tommy fled the scene, before somebody else saw himHe ran fast, down Fulton Ave., tossin` his gunThinkin` to himself; `What the fuck I`ve done`[Chorus 2X: Angie Neil]Tommy, TommyTommy, TommyTommy, Tommy, TommyTommy, Tommy, Tommy[Bald Head]His pops left when he was young, brother got locked upIn the car chase, cause somebody got shot upA prime example of a man in your lifeA little dude like to fight for what`s wrong, and not rightLivin` life, it ain`t life no more, homicide outsideLookin` in, about to knock on his doorAnd little Tommy in a jam now, he going outDeja vu, but he seen what his brother would doSo he flew out the back, on the run for the rest of his lifeSomebody told, he did it that same nightA news flash, girl shot dead, her family sadAnd little Tommy couldn`t live with that, he`d rather dieCommited suicide, blew his brains out, his moms criedOnly son left, took his last breath, closed his eyes nowHe on the other side, feeling good, talk to the GodUnderstanding why he had it so hard[Interlude: Angie Neil (Allah Real) {Bald Head}]Tommy is buggin`, oh yeahTommy is thuggin`Tommy hisself, Tommy hisself(Said he thugged and he bugged)Tommy is buggin`, Tommy is buggin`(Drugs... did that)Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, TommyTommy, Tommy, Tommy, TommyTom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tommy{Brooklyn, nigga, yo MathematicsThey ain`t understanding, manThis is real serious, word hahaIt`s a lot of little Tommy`s all over the US ghettoYou know what I mean? I mean these young dudesReally don`t know, man, I think the TVManipulate they minds man, they raising our kidsMan, too many of them, we gotta control it, wordAnd this what happens when you can`t control it}(Tommy....)

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