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Текст песни Rose Cartel * - Hah!

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* released in `96 as Rose Family, on Rawkus Records"Hah!" is chanted in the background all throughout song[St. Nickolas]Black Rose, Black RoseMoneray, MonerayCorleone, CorleoneNicky Bonds, Nicky BondsMista Go, Mista GoHoliday, HolidayRing-around-the-rosieIt`s that old lady you know bein noseyCall a jake, but they case ain`t strong enough to hold meSociety`s out to fold me, but can`t control meMy homies, lonely like Bugs Bunny for moneyA jolt to get you jaw, but kid ain`t nothin funnyShit`s changin like the weather, get your act togetherBitches packin berettas in hoodie sweaters and leathersFlippin did grim, although they man don`t see cheddarLivin in the lost somewhere up North in Rhode IsleStyle, I meditate like a monk from Shao`"Handle it son, fuck it!" -- RaekwonIt`s that project shit that make my mind slip and my nine spitRollin with convicts, flippin on dime chicksAs time ticks, crime shifts from hustle to hustleStruggle to get some zeros, tired of eatin chicken wings and heros2 .45`s ain`t makin it, I`m ready to grab the pistol and start takin itI gotta get some CREAM, nahmean?[Daddy Rose]So check the 4 trey`s, dark Liz Claiborne shadesUsed to wear my hair in braidsThen I went back to fadesLivin my life by playin spadesSpittin razor blades, guns and Money TradesBecame my man a, callico, .45, .58Give me 2 handguns to set my B.I. straightGet the pawn, wear mocknecks, stay in setsSkills, fuck my ex, smoke a jointThe wild kinda guy, stay highMe and my Fam` play for keeps, nigga you will dieIn the depths of the village where I become see me, face-to-face, build on today`s degreesI puff the skunky blade, in tune with G.O.D.Set you free, mathematicallyRemove the pain from you vision, allow you to seehow we get down in BC, thugglyWhen you see us, hide your shines and your moneyHide your red bone honeyCorleone, these assholes in this industry ain`t funnyWho said PC won`t eat, laid it down in the streetIn the hot summer heat, cuz it`s like that[Sauldin]Caught us, street hustlersLove is sleep, chokin the mufflersAlways smokin when we meetShuff-shufflers rollin deepHoldin with prudent customersGhetto salutin, shootin one time for niggas foldinWhile I`m reloadin, gun smoke from salutinHung by the throat, jury slung, Black Rose control itlike dope settle, coast-to-coast, metal-to-metalcoastin, heavy metal, sippin on moet, ohCrackin boasters, braggin bluntsBaggin shows, the host of corvettosCoastin the ghetto, con-Deniro postin for DeniroTrials play heros, got Shang Hai with no alibiHe died in front of the candy store, friedWe bagged him up, braggin, gettin tore upCrookin corrupt, while jaggin, jacked cabinBlowin smoke out of your nose like a dragon[Daddy Rose]Are you wit me?Black Rose, are you wit me?Sight one, test evils with hood supressentsFeedle charge card, killed confessin for GodChaufer, Roley, your portfolio, CorleoneDon, cristal with bubble, wisked out affairPopulation Click run the world, Crime SyndicateDreddy key-cut it like locksmithsCock .4-5th, pleaded like 5th ifincriminatin evidence existsGuns crawl, while I`m all off, tipseyGun the clientel like circumcisionsBelieve the myth, never can believe Brandy slippedFire place, fortress, Lord beyond DonKeep Cronz handy, Moneray JackEl Padre, adios `96, `76[Corleone]Nigga, North side, full quantum, black taunterMain underworld sorcerers, Columbian tiesWear crosses, bitch nigga, Golith slayerWe sling shots like sling rocks at King DavidIn the book of psalms, the killer San Juanblood on my palm, too many sharks in my waterGive an order to the Don SenoraCross the Mexican border, intoxicated, never soberThe Brownsville chain snatcher, Puerto Rican poppi chokerGanja smoker, Adidas padreOn the corner sellin Coca ColasNine shot Desert Eagle totersTakin over from New York to MinnesotaTransmittin, shittin like the Great BritainPopulation shuttin shit down like Bill Clinton[Daddy Rose]The ghetto started gettin roughMany Crones and thugs got tossedIf not for the courage for the fearless four,the ghetto would be lostthe ghetto would be lost

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