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Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" f Bow Tie, Cee (a.k.a. Pol - Trouble

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[Royce Da 5`9"]Uhh, yeahRoyce 5-9, my nigga Bow TieMy nigga Cee, Six JulyGangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhhGangsta, niggaz is gangstaYo, I`m out here all dayFrom when you hear the sounds of the car skiddinThen start dickin, gangsta from start to the finishWhassup - never socialable, nigga we too disposableIf I get close to you it`s probably to dispose of you quickerGo `head, try somethin - live or die by these numbersI`d rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel itStay out his path, he`s chaotic and madPull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his lastI`m just a street nigga rhymin some wordsDabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddlePrefer for battle; most deservedin highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattleOne strange guy, I`m – nuttin like you maynGuns all look the same to the un-trained eyeEasy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hideThe realest nigga breathin, ain`t no nigga realer alive[Chorus 2X: Royce]Y`all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)Y`all niggaz in trouble (in trouble).Y`all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)Y`all niggaz in trouble, you don`t want this[Bow Tie]It`s the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yachtI got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c`mon)A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonicsKiller cracker, respect me for my talentSniff `em out like a bloodhoundLike they bag mills out in Vegas on the GreyhoundI never plead guilty, come to court filthyLawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with meAnd still I walk cause it`s realTake they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil`, now that`s a dealFilthy rich at his bestLove hell I write, with a 7 on my chestI come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade schoolPaid dues, cause niggaz know I honor the rulesLeft no clues, X found, case is closedWhile you go against the grain, with a plane of fo`sTake that slang to go, with the rubber handle steelSpit dum-dums at labels, with a 50-50 dealExplode to your guts, that part left hollowShow the world your nuts, I`m the hoodlum role modelTo all the competition that`ll followJust remember damage to the 99th powerNo one knows the hour, that the Bow will strikeTook the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in ChristNow who`s nice? .. Now who`s nice?[Chorus][Cee]Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flowsI got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blowsWhat you never heard this voice, it`s big Cee from the state(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, bang it out for the weightEyes wide, cause me and my niggaz organize crimeYou either get it in the streets, or runnin from the jail linesMy game`s at command, I show the world my statusIt`s filthy to the death blastin black automaticsYou niggaz talk pain, he will catch these shellsTwenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your cellI know it sounds sick, when you deal in this formMy city, the home where the killers is bornClose capture, East and West, now that you have toleave a little room for this Midwest raptureAnd there`s no endin, to the words I spitI sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit)[Chorus][Outro]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahY`all niggaz know it`s trouble, y`knamsayin?I got my Detroit niggazI got my New York niggazI`m a Chi-Town niggaAnd it`s goin down for the new millenium motherfuckers!

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