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Текст песни P.R. Terrorist - Fear

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"Hey now" - repeated throughout the song[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]Come on Henry, roll the fuckin` diceYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, real goodTera Iz Him, yea, what the deal, baby boy Just`How you feel my nigga? Yeah, Killarm`, Killarm`Yeah, bout to get real fuckin` grimey[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]Niggas run from the fear in they heartThe fear of the gun spark, the fear of the darkThe fear of the NARC`s, the fear of the parked carsAnd parked vans in front of they houseScanners hangin` out they back, yo, niggas sellin` crack[P.R. Terrorist]D.J.`s spinnin` wax in the clubsEverybody`s thugs, everybody`s rockin` colors, nobody`s brothers any moreWhy not? Everybody wanna fall, nobody standin` tall like a brick wallGot my balls sweaty, battery charged up like Ever ReadyForever ready, more cards than Mirror FreddieBefore I go, the world, they gon` forget meLeft two girls behind, both look like mePromoter throwin` the show, don`t wanna invite meHow can a God be righteous, when they say I`m sheistyI tell you why... because it`s me, me, wonderful meDom P, G.O.D., represent to the TRepresent for my niggas on the M.I.C., N.Y.C.[Chorus][P.R. Terrorist]Catch me in the back, countin` the money stackWhere it at, niggas is rollin` dice (4, 5, 6)Think twice when you come around the hood, cuz niggas ain`t no goodIt`s just an actual fact, sleep wit a fat black mack, and keep my gear intactCuz the bitches do love me, can`t forget about themPlus can`t forget about the way they made me cumHad two daughters while I was workin` on my sonGot questioned by jakes, while I was on the runMade mad cheddar, while I was on the runBust mad guns, while I was on the runMust say rest in peace, to my nigga Pun, Pun... rest in peace[Chorus 2X][P.R. Terrorist]Dont` make me, choke you to death, you fake muthafuckaHands out your pocket, don`t make me pull the eye shutterStraight from the gutter, where I was born and raisedNowadays shit be seemin` like we trapped in a cageWe got, gates that are twelve feet high, wit curl bladesNever had shit, tell you right now, that crime paysSpanish rap cat, wit gats and razor bladesHandglide off the building, my wings and my shoulder bladesStraight flyin`, stroll through the hood, holdin` an ironNo lying, snakes are cunnivin`, niggas is spyin`The Earth`s cryin`, and my thorn bush roses are dyin`Bows are fryin` from hell`s heat, these mean streets got me buggin`What the deal, cousin?[Chorus][Outro: P.R. Terrorist]This how it is around the way, knawhatimean?Terrorist shit, knowhatimsayin`?Islord, `Bandz, 9th Prince, Beretta 9, ShoGun the Assason4th Disciple, Dainja Mental, Killa Sin, Wannabeez, yeah

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