Текст песни Royce Da 5`9" f Cha Cha, Ingrid Smalls - Death is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts)
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[Royce Da 5`9"]Yeah, my nigga we greater than friendsAll we know is the beginnin, nobody controls the way that it endsI got, the weight of the world on my shouldersand one phone call can change it – make it fall `til I`m all caved inMy homie got shot and it`s not lookin good for himNo, this is not happenin, knock on wood for himSpeedin to the hospital cryin, askin God, "Why?"I`m mashin, my car movin as fast as my mindThis is not happenin to meMy homie will not, and I repeat will NOT flatline on meHow can I explain this vividly to your momsthat this is behind entertainment? She won`t get itAll she understands is the boy that she raised just mightdie in a hospital bed fightin for his lifeI`m prayin, standin over youLookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin[Chorus: Ingrid Smalls] + (Royce)Don`t you go nowhere.. stay here with meCause if you leave meeee.. it hurrrrts so bad (Death is certainly gon` catch you)They can take me (Whoever especially you will be left hurt)I`ll take yo` place (This is the cold, harshness of life) (Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old – life!)Cause it hurrrrts so bad[Royce Da 5`9"]You tearin our team apartThough time heals all of our wounds it`s still leavin a markI took it too far; the feelinthat`s hidden deep in my heart, comes out, when I look at the scarAnd I can`t kill, nobody to get you backNigga that`s somethin that time can`t healWhile I`m sayin my graceI`ll be lookin up at the sky, and tellin God that he`s makin a mistakeYou can`t take away one brother and leave the rest of the cliqueLord please, double check yo` listAnd if you get to his name and it`s a check beside itDeath comes in three`s, take me next.. but don`t make me sweat, pleaseI won`t make it, I get restless speculatinSons should bury mothersEvery mother don`t wanna bury her son, they sayin[Chorus][Interlude: Royce + Cha Cha]Death is certainly gon` catch youWhoever especially you will be left hurtThis is the cold, harshness of lifeJust when it unfolds you lucky to grow old – life![Royce Da 5`9"](And) Death is not no optionI`m pullin money outta my pocket tryin to con the doctorPlease, treat this thug the way you would treat yo` babyThe way that you would treat yo` blood, I`ll pay!As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics areCause I be checkin ER everydayI know we are a hairful - but docthis ain`t one of them that came through shot that shoulda been carefulCause no dude could bleed; the way his heart pumpsmore than any patient that rode through that you seenThe reason that he`s my manCause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze my hand and he squeezes.. so I tell him some thingsDon`t let them machines help you breathe, don`t leave from receivin`Round quarter to eight - his moms is sleepinHis grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight (go straight)Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!Shock him!" He gon` tell you it`s too lateCall the doctor, "Give him all you got!Shock him!" It`s too late[Chorus][Interlude][Cha Cha] And death! {*echoes*}