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Текст песни Mr. Mike f Napp-1 - Ghetto Strain

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Tales of a lost soulGotta stay in control[ CHORUS ] My ghetto strain bring mysery Gotta feel the pain physically To gain anything spiritually[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mike ]It`s a cold game, I see my folks slainRight in front of the crib, the houseBrothers runnin they mouth, the southern routeLittle church dude trippin, sayin my mama shoutIt hurts, fool, knowin that`s that pressure built up from the houseThat she had to let it out, so much they said aboutThe life of me, Mr. M-i-k-eHit you where eyes can`t seeUp in my time to leaveGhetto kids yellin, "Where we live we grindin these streets"Hard to breathe, in times like these, my eyes I squeezeTo stop tears from fallin when my peers be callinYoung player, you`re starvin ballinAnd they wonder why we get highI hope to see my people in the sky[ VERSE 2: Mr. Mike ]It`s like a lion, dragon, and beastI`m high, a scavenger peepsHis eyes on the prize, bring these rhymes from the streetDefine my homie`s life, fell to the game, well painted stripesAnd earn the age, what a way, hell, paid the priceTales of a lonely knight, they walk up on you, right?Never knowin fright, the darkest corners where I learned to fightPeople ain`t concerned with right, they rather be about the gamePersuin me and doin me, never takin it light[ Napp-1 ]That`s why I switch up women and cars every three monthsWanna kill me or what? Push my pawns to the frontPlus suckers bustin me, testin me, as a kid been stressin>From my flesh on to my soul in, how could I win?Lord, is they really my friends? And why I ain`t got no ends?Don`t mean to question my faith, too much excitment in this paper chaseI stay laced with game, but nobody knows my nameWorkin hard at this rap shit, I`m glad I adapted[ VERSE 3: Napp-1 ]Dressed to kill, a million dollar-bill in front of your faceGame laced, disappear without a traceWho am I? Action, v.i.p. right through your backdo`A dog in sheep`s clothing, could you ask for mo`?What is they blastin fo`? Lower the casket do`Somebody killed my little homie right in front of the sto`[ Mr. Mike ]It`s like we lost touch, the millenium niggas crossed upStupid mistakes that others made taught usJealousy feels, heavenly steel, just a frail way A felon who you can deal, then dash in the ghetto wayCar or van or truck, man, the rushI`m standin up, yes, I`m standin upThe only man in the house at five years oldTake out the trash, wipe my sister and hide my clothesTime unfolds, my rhyme`s like a treasure of oldThe pleasure, the pain, the principle of havin this dough[ CHORUS ]

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