Текст песни O.F.T.B. (Operation From The Bottom) - Gang Related soundtrack
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Intro: (*interpolation from "Pulp Fiction")The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities ofthe selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of thecharity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, forhe is truly His brother`s keeper. And I will strike down upon thee withgreat vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroymy brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike myvengeance upon thee[Makaveli] Let us pray my nigga, for we definitely have sinnedChorus: Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, niggaIf you ever, figure, to be a bigger niggaGots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, niggaIf you ever, figure, to keep livin, niggaVerse 1:It`s time for you to feel the real born ridahsLowdown, Bustop and Flipside shottersDown for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-boundsHit em up and lay em downCos the shit y`all be doin, we done already doneThe war y`all tryin ta win, we done already wonWe ain`t on the same place or the same foot>From jackin to rappin, it`s Steve Mack and the crooks>From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the borderwhere the real gangbangers do them drive-by slaughtersOff the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speedQuick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your kneesMotherfuckers kill for anything where I come fromSayin "Fuck tha police!" on them one-on-one`sFor me, I`m not a follower, I`m a leaderI got this tailor-made, Paul bait PeterChorus: (x2)Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, niggaIf you ever, figure, to be a bigger niggaGots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, niggaIf you ever, figure, to keep livin, niggaVerse 2:This ain`t the life I chose, to be a hossStressed out, and stranded on Death RowBut sooner or later, I knew it fall in our faceand we don`t give a fuck about you niggas cos y`all hate usYou`re haters, like the Gators, we ain`t bustin our headsPuttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck the Feds!"Cos they don`t wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?)Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl`s are hotterMy grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa`ssmokin Havana`s, like Tony MontanaIn 1998, the world is oursAs ghetto stars, *?every matches and raches is cars?*An eye for an eye, fuck with me and you will dieIt`s `97, say hi to my one eyeBrace AK when you see the D-K-Kor the T-T-P, we`re off the way ????Chorus (x2)Verse 3:Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bulliesI`m comin for you first before you niggas try to do meToo many niggas died, loaded not, focussed highReachin for a piece of that pie in the sky>From the best to the worst, don`t get caught up in dramaThe Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your mommaRevenge is set, I`m double back into the killersYou know who they was, when hesitate to pull the triggerYour whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kidsFlashbacks on life and all the shit that`cha didTake nothin for granted, you`re on this planet to winWhat goes around, comes around again and againCos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes openI bet this thang show you motherfuckers I ain`t jokinAre niggas down for beef? For when it`s time for warI`ll be kickin down your motherfuckin front doorChorus (x4)