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Текст песни MURS - Walk Like a Man

MURS - Walk Like a Man слова песни

[Verse 1 - MURS]Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a manAnd I walk what I talk and I walk never ranAnd I never say never but I mean hardly everAnd if shootin` is the solution then you`re not that cleverIf you don`t know shit then you still know betterHuman life is so precious it could never be measuredHave you ever had a load of it cock back the heatPoppin` on the next nigga while he walkin` up the streetTrigger off safety spacin an opportunityThese niggaz wanna waste me it ain`t nothing new to meSoon as he walked by I was ready to bustBut he just posted up like he was waitin` on the busNow I`m all punked up with a steroid triggerCause most of y`all are easy just some paranoid niggazUsed to walk with a gun but I never did use itWhat`s the point of holdin` heat if you ain`t gon` shoot itStupid (*echos*)*different instrumental kicks in*[Verse 2 - MURS]It was a late night sunset me and him outLookin` at the ladies to come up on some trimEverybody wildin` out cause the summer`s about to endHe had the hypnotic he was missin with the handOf that mean green laid back with the deep lean on low pro shitThat`s how we rolled on the sceneTwo girls lookin` probably in they late teensBut these days you can`t tell but I figured what the hellSo we yell out: Hey girl, they yell backMaybe two in the front maybe two in the backBut they had this dark tag couldn`t see through the blackWe roll up ask `em where their party atThey just start to laugh and I knew it was a trapBut I couldn`t roll out cause the strip was so packedNow I`m lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin` hatStart talkin` that bullshit like we was on some bullshitMy nigga used to bang but we ain`t know no thug shitI tried to dismantle it but you know Los AngelesThis nigga kept talkin` so my boy had to handle itHe jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hatI put it in park jumped out to get his backBut as I did that, I heared two shotsI turned to my right and I see my dude dropTime stopped, coudln`t believe what I seenI was struck by reality when the two girls screamedI saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeansSaw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waistThen he turned up the block disappeared without a traceI remember his face but what I remember mostWas when I got to my knees and held my nigga closeAnd asked not to leave us in the name of Christ JesusBut he`s gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers[Hook - MURS][2X]It was a year to this day that my best friend diedFor weeks I sat alone in my room and criedAnd I tried to pretend everything was fineBut my soul couldn`t rest until vengeance was mine*another different instrumental kicks in*[Verse 3 - MURS]The day began with me standin` at his grave with his motherHis old girlfriend, his two younger brothersWe said a few words faces covered with tearsHow we missed him so much and we wished he was hereThen his girl said a poem put some roses on his stoneAnd we said our goodbyes and they all went homeI thought I`d use this time for me and him to be aloneI broke out the Hen` poured a little out for himTold him who was gettin` married, who had went to the penHow the homie named his newborn son after himBut as the sun went down the talk came to an endSo I said a quick prayer..amenAnd I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracksAnd I headed up saw the homie EyezeerI asked him what he doin` he was way out of boundThat he had a freak that lived on that side of townHe always kept the heat just in case it went downA clown, I rolled down my window `bout to light a ciga-Hey! Is that that nigga that...hey give me the motherfucking gunMan, drive around the block and post up for a minuteI hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend itSplendid now with vengeance in my graspI couldn`t dream of a better day for me to catch his assSlippin while he dippin into the ride by himselfI slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealthHe started to breakin` stuff I said I didn`t want a dimeRemember what you was doin` last year at this timeHe looked into my eyes with both shock and surpriseWhen I split his face with the Glock right before he could replyHe cried as I pressed the heat against his cheekThe I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace[Hook - MURS]It was a year to this day that my best friend diedFor weeks I sat alone in my room and criedAnd I tried to pretend everything was fineBut my soul couldn`t rest until vengeance was mineIt was a year to this day that my best friend diedFor weeks I sat alone in my room and criedAnd I thought that`s what I wanted until the problem was confrontedNow I`m haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn`t done it

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