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Текст песни Real Live - Day You Die

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[ Chorus ]From the day you`re born... till the day you dieIf you`re one of the poor ones, you just gotta work hard, you know what I meanA lot of pain, lot of sorrow, blood, sweat and tears[ Verse 1 ]I`m like a one man crew, a one man cliqueIceberg Slick, sick like horror flicksI put a burner on a heat when I ( ? ) the streetNickel-plated poetry mad deepThe intellect interacts with rapsCartel rocks well, baby, I`m strapped with gatsYo son, had to bounce cos the block was scorchinI`m camouflaged down like a Soldier Of FortuneI paralyze your mindstateThen crush your egg frame and watch your whole body breakLook at yo` broke-ass clique on the cornerTalkin shit about a nigga cos he does what he wannaCousin, pull the record back counter-clock wiseK-Def got the spliff lit spinnin with the red eyeThat`s from all the lye he smokeYo loc, time to go, Larry-O slit your throatJust for runnin your mouth you gots to fallChill dog, no need to speedballI got everything under controlGot the coke and a smoke, and we about to roll[ Chorus ][ Verse 2 ]When the Real Live arrive y`all motherfuckers slept and slippedThey slept on the architect of wreckThe nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothesThe sniper with a rifle fuckin up foesSeriously, not deliriouslySon, you could be missin mysteriouslyGuns run through my crew like animals in a zooFlippin coats, sippin Moлt with nothing to doKarate niggaz, crushin niggaz for big figuresThey pay the price to wear iceYou rollin with scared diceThe streets got no room, saturated with toolsI been a major player since niggaz were smokin KoolsA mad felon breakin bread where murderers dwellinIn the realm of chaos, duke, my pockets be swellinI don`t know how to act, a 12 pack plus 20 sackPut a big fat motherfucker on his backNow understand, the man has stacked many grandAnd remain king, I count it till my hands turn greenBut I watch my back and keep my head to the skyFrom the day I was born till I dieMotherfucker[ Chorus ][ Verse 3 ]A thug recruiter, sparkin Buddha, rap tutorCelo sharp shooter, got code crack reports in computersDiscussin money makin moves, you digWith thug milionaires, entrepreneurs and the big wigsBut now we lace hit after hitBangin niggaz for real on some Real Live legit shitThe motherfucking pinnacle of lyricalThe eye of the storm, hoes be soft and warmPlus thick, the Rolex watch he had was slickTook it to the crib piece, hit her with the"Did you know my lifestyle was wild?" broke niggaz-profileYou can fool `em bitch niggaz, pussy, I know your styleWith excellent individual evidence of bein true to the gameRegardless of fame, countless G`s, oz`s, trees, ki`sPlease give up your quest, you up against the best motherfucker you ever seenWhile I continue to amaze with a phrase that`s meanAnd when we put the shit together we was definitely highFrom the day I was born till I dieMotherfucker

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