Текст песни Mean Green f C-Murder, Snoop, Magic - Dying in My City
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[MP](gunshots)what’s happening moneyDamn, nigga money got blasted like thatfuck man that shit ain’t cool dogniggas just dying in my motherfucking city bruhit’s a pity, fuck itnigga was only 14 niggathis shit real out here, fuck it check this out playercan you feel ityoung niggas dying in my cityhey, it’s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pityyoung niggas dying in my cityit’s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pityyoung niggas dying in my cityhey, it’s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity[C-Murder]I sit reminscing about my nigga roemy nigga joe died at the age of one fourand it’s a motherfucking shameanother thug nigga killed in the dope gameyoung black men dropping like fliesI seen the tears running down his baby momma’s eyesan epidemic that the world can’t hidegenocide niggas killing up they own kindmurder, murder, is something that I can’t helpI even had to ride on some niggas by myselfI live by the gun, so I’m a die by the gunI’m paranoid, it got me on the runwill I live to see my grey hairsI don’t know, cause I’m getting alot of mean staresI asked the lord to put the reaper on hold (why)cause my young niggas dying in the ghettochorus[Snoop]what the fuck is up, in the place to becoming out the dirty south, is snoop D O double Gsomething for the street, c-murder give it up9 time 4 5, Magic what upall the homies who are hard daddy niggas on the setmade the bigger homies upset, fuck emgot in a niggas wayso we jets and dope spot set appearsfuck the big homie, his baby momma, and his kidswho lives and gives to his bitches on the corner15 years old, with a gang-bang diplomaslang cane in Fermona but now my nigga game done elevatedso you can catch that nigga hanging out in a Tacomahe own oneda game is to be sold not to be toldbut ya’ll knew that, back on that gin and juice, true dattwo gats, two hoes, diamond rings and a rollsnobody know when the doors closeshit if I ever come out (come out), I never run out (run out)nigga shot the lil homie in the face before he could pull his gun out15 years old, what a cold way to go out (why, why)ain’t no pity in my motherfucking city, it’s shitty isn’t itbut you better mind your business, see we bustniggas like us, shit we leaving no witness (believe it)real, it’s real my nigga getting smoked everyday, you heard mechorus[Magic]hold on, hold onI respect ya’ll motherfuckers trying to come up just like meniggas who say fuck the police if it’s my time, come and get mehustlin since my adolescencesee I’m addicted to face masks and smith & wessonsniggas lucky that they took me off the street in timecause I was dressin with my weapon bout to lose my mindbut I’m focused on the finer thingsplay the game to you dumb thugs that walk the street with no loveveins fulls of cold bloodI feel your fuckin pain I get your money niggamisunderstandin create your chances of you dying quickerkeep your heat under your hilfigerI bet you knew that was a niggawhen you least expect it, come and get yanow picture I’m up and ready for the bastardI was too cold to be touched, I leave em frozen in a casketit’s kind of shitty, but niggas dying in my cityI ain’t even got a piece of pussy, ain’t that a pitychorus[C-Murder]motherfucking pity ya knowrest in peace to all my young niggas that didn’t make it to see another year nigga huhyoung niggas dying in my city nigga, representing ya heard me