Текст песни Onyx - Sunset Park Soundtrack
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[Onyx - all talking]Official Nast`! Word is bondYeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boyWord up, Official, Official, Official, OfficialWord up, check me, I`m the Official, NasteeIt`s like that, yeah it`s like thisSon hold up, what up what upWe gonna rhyme right now, word is bondGive it all we got, c`mon yo, c`mon..[Fredro Starr]A lot of things have changed since I grown upHalf my brothers got locked, half got blown UP!From playin "two hand touch" and the games in the streetBut the games ain`t the same, now we playin with heatSEE THERE`S DANGER, in my buildin, they rollin dice thereAin`t nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare?!My hallway is like Rahway, to the thugs in the doorwayPeace, kid I`m out, NO DOUBT! We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees justtryin to stay warm, sippin ?Easy? Jesus!Problems after problem, it keeps revolvinThey got us starvin, that`s why we out robbin (knahmsayin?)There`s days I can`t remember like the 6th of DecemberI think it was September nah, maybe it was November (what?!)This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakersHeard from Tamika, he`s gettin buried in a speakercause his mom`s was on that *inhaling*, gettin lacedShe not SMOKIN IT! She took one bad hitChorus: repeat 2XAiyyo (YO!) can`t escape the ghettoHell no, it`s everywhere you go!Aiyyo (YO!) can`t escape the ghettoHell no, it`s everywhere you go![Sonsee]I`m not your role model, I`ll drink the whole bottleDon`t follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrowJust look around, EVERYWHERE, it`s despairIt ain`t no care here, and good times is rareor seldom last long, they always fadinwhen my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)Just to be a statistic, it`s sadisticToo realistic, we goin this QUICK!The other night kids got bad (Word, T-N-T ran out?)Got them kids Bill and Ted, they called the law news spreadLast week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochetHit somebody`s baby, and they kid may be deadResultin from the ill {shit}, to say the leastLivin in the ghetto... rest in peace![Onyx]Yo.. HEY!cause where I`m from, the good die youngThe sky is grey, we never see the sunThe ghetto life, is live and let liveon the day to day..[Sticky Fingaz]It all began when Shorty Rock took the law in his own hand Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man So he did what any kid woulda doneWent into the closet, got his pop`s gunWho need enemy when you got family?It`s hard to get a job when you look like me (WORD UP!)See people don`t just rob cause they on unemploymentSome do it for the pure satisfaction enjoymentBrrrr, it`s cold, this world is freezin Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (NO!)Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavinBut where you gonna go? You can`t escape THE GHETTO!You see more when you HIGH, even less when you LOWYou can`t run from your own shadowChorus{*scratches "my little man, shorty doo wop"*}[Onyx] In every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4X){*ad libs and "Official Nast`!" to fade*}