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Текст песни M.M.O. - Last Days

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[Chorus 2X: M.M.O.]We in the last days, my mind spinnin` like wavesRise spendin` on blaze, rap`s spreadin` like haze[Triggnomm]I reflect the greatest, Trebet`s and VegasOn fleer jets, swap begets with vets that`s famousWe M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless `droZay and mo, size then sounds of four poundsRep the hometown, cause then only know me in ConeyThough bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit theUnordinary situations that varySo much of Clinton and lifestyle of George BensonI bump Mary N. Brown to obituariesAnd every now and then, I stroll through a cemeteryI pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projectsVisualize the logic, of one losin` the sonI say no to the gun, then I say no to the smokeI say no to sellin` crack, then I say no to sellin` cokeI say no to hero`n, also known as dopeI say no cause I know them others just can`t cope[Chorus 2X][Triggnomm]I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toysWe love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffsLaid up, for 12 months, got violated for bluntsWhack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to frontSurvivors a sin, live a long life of pretendTil thugs get the wind, killa`s come home from doin` tenCan`t quite blend in, headin` back to the penWhere vice is shiest, and life is like a game of diceSo I don`t indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboasPistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the boldOnyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be soldAnd ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residenceWho`d ever think we`d go from gangsters to gentsAiyo, who`d ever think we`d go from playas to pimps[Chorus 4X][Triggnomm]See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talkAnd on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walkOn Coney Isle, AKA Criminal IsleSlash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and foundA real merry-go-round, when the sun go downGet caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.`sAnd if you really ball, we even give you a wallLust loots the law, where I`m from, 1-2-4It`s history in the makin`, O.J. and PaytonJesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin`Reality parallel to Mickey and MalloryNatural born, casualty, beemin` cash for a feeSee evil does it and the dead live above itSo I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it[Chorus to fade]

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