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Текст песни Mathematics f Eyeslow, T-Slugz - C What I C

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[Intro: Eyeslow]Tell `em what you see, Slugz[T-Slugz]I see fellas shootin` cracks, near the stoupeOld man sellin` fruit, out the trunk of his hoopOld lady singin` the blues, young mother stopWatch as a baby boy tie his shoesWhite cops on the corner, with fire in they eyesCan`t wait to see a black man die, family criesGirls jumpin` double dutch, shorty`s playin` hopskotchGrown folks get drunk, O.G.`s sellin` potMr. Softy`s outside on days when it get hotCrowd circle around victims, every time they get shotYoung g`s, playin` skelly, waxin` they topsTeenage dudes run around with cracks in they socksTwin building born and raised, fat ass with good gradesSleep in the back of the staircase blazedDrinkin` Olde E. in the fifth grade, cuts until you know meOn the rooftop, where I bust my first pistolySkelly for money was the shit, packin` bags in the back storeTrynna get rich off tipsUsed to play baseball cards, 7/11, American eagleWresting, for them cardboard beltsThrough the end, god rest the deadTell the jokes in the lobby, slapboxing was the young g`s hobbyHear guns pop, everybody run and pick a spot to watchCome back when the body drop, and see who got shotD`s blitz, we vacate the blockThe last man`s, usually the first man to get gotEleven o`clock curfew, out to late, answer to momsNot pops, pops live with his momsWord is bond was the new slang, then they came up with `da bomb`Who would of known it would define this charmThat are totin` right now, to reminisce this songTo put your feet in the boots, of a new born don, it`s on[Interlude: Eyeslow]Uh -- yo, let me tell you what I see[Eyeslow]I see the brain dead `caine headsDope addicts with `matics that`ll body somethingJust to get a dame fed, dealers trynna raise breadFor new rides, could end up in jail stuckWith no bail money, inside, for real money, it`s liveI live where they snatch cables, and turnCorner bodegas, until crack tablesEx-gangstas, rich money, through rap labelsI`m watchin` as the world collapse fatalI`m seeing, for dependants on the tax returnFor one single long stress, though the cash concernBilly stable from the cash he earnedBut her baby daddy, see his four kids as his last concernDog -- I see the scam, behind the scam, pause in Iraq for terrorismWhat`s the plan behind the plan, fuck the PresidentIt`s time to ask the man behind the manMy niggaz pay dues in advance, I remember my first day of schoolAs I sit back still, think about my Pre-K days with Miss MacNeelLinin` up in size order, acid wash jeansArcade Mario, before the Macintosh screensThat was back in our scene, dope cotoroidsYellow Pat Ewing kicks, match the old coloroidsBills have me so annoyed, first love dumped in sixth gradeShe had a thing for the older boys, I remember my first highPuffin` the L, using three different colognes to cover the smellConversatin` with my mom dukes, blunted as hellShe seen through my red eyes, I was under the spellAin`t nothing like the good ol` days, like the first gun I clutchFirst nut I bust, caught her at the double dutchPre-school, summer lunch, milk was staleYo, my first sale landed me my first time in jailAs a youth, shit was real[T-Slugz]Feel what I feel, see what I seePut yourselves in my shoes, take a walk with meWhere the thugs clack pistols, off policeSide arms, scorch niggaz to the fourth degreeO.G.`s doing shit, they get a `85Back then where hustlin` was like a cup of teaHow you want the glock pumped in that 43Workin` your mail box, no building keyNo scat to the thing, get your enemiesThis the new millennium, get on your j.o.bIf you see what I see, be where I beDegrees, that it`s living like refugeesAnd the hood`s get boring, only thing to do is smoke treesAnd walk through the revolving doorEvery day the same thing, only thing different is thatYou might take another route to the storesSee a thug on the floor, holding his jawFor fights, the cat, who bustin` gats southpawTop of his dome looking like coleslawThey left him in the park, under the sliding boardDT`s walking around and they asking questionsNever get no answers, we know our lessonsBaby moms stressin`, cause I come home lateShe don`t understand that I got moves to makeTrynna get us out this hood, ma, I change your fateCause I don`t wanna fall victim to my own mistakesBeen to too many funerals, too many wakesI cried, my last cry, trynna clean my slateStill watchin` all the snakes, and the playas who hateViolate and get ate, like a piece of cakeTake a walk where the hustlas lay, on the grind all dayHooded DT`s, a block awayCause the kid`s gotta eat, and it`s bills to payGrown men beggin` family for a place to sayNow these teenage girls livin` life as a pieCry inside, cause outside they livin` aliveTake a walk where the gangstas die, now the candles actShit lit up like the fourth of julyEvery week it`s a new obituary in the lobbyAnd the memory of somebody who got bodiedNiggaz rollin` dice in front of the buildingAnd serving the fiends dreams, in front of the childrenHood life is the only life we knowUnless this rap shit pop where we all could blow, whoa

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