Текст песни Screw Heads f Mr. 3-2 - Streets of Sin
Screw Heads f Mr. 3-2 - Streets of Sin слова песни
(*talking*)R.I.P. (R.I.P.), DJ Screw (DJ Screw)We never gon forget you baby, love you my niggaThat`s for real, huh, G-O-V (G-O-V)S.U.C. (S.U.C.), G-O-V (S.U.C.)[Mr. 3-2]One day you here, the next day you goneNever I thought I`d say, R.I.P. to Screw in a songBut he gone I can`t believe it, now he in a better placeAnd all I vision now, was a smile on his faceSaying don`t worry, everybody move aheadIt`s Screwed Up Click, till the day that I`m deadGo FED if I have to, put it all on the lineG-O-V, S.U.C., it go down all aroundCoast to coast, people slowing it upSaying man hold up, with codeine in they cupI hustle up and go get it, mash for the cashThe fruit of all evil, got us all living fast[Chorus - 2x]These streets these streets, we living inWill I see death or the PennEverybody want ends, and a brand new Benzfake foes and friends, in these streets of sin[Mr. 3-2]See this more I`m cold, and this street game I playedAll up in your face, bout to put work in for the caseYou better watch what you say, bout S.U.CCause you don`t wanna cross that line, and end your L-I-F-EG-O-V, representing the almighty dollarFake niggaz speak like hoes, but real niggaz followHolla holla, if you ain`t talking bout nothingBitch you better get out my face, move around and stack somethingYou stunting big talking, but ain`t did jackI put the word in, and somebody gon bring your hatThe Boss Man, Mr. 3-2And it`s all dedicated, to my nigga DJ Screw[Chorus - 2x][Mr. 3-2]2001 these streets is crazy, no doubtComing up and pulling moves, transactions at the spotI had to get it however, bills gotta be paidNow I`m thoed living laid, Gucci locs with long braidsPlaya made independent, hundred thousand out the do`Went up and X`d out, crawling down slowWith your hoe going live, on the whole clickI`m a pimp not a trick, it`s in my blood I must admitWe on hit in the South, Gulf Coast number threeSouthside of the tree, H to the CPulling all-nighters, reminiscing bout the people who goneCause they never coming back, so we gotta hold on[Chorus - 2x](*talking*)These streets, that we live in huhRest in peace DJ Screw, rest in peace Fat PatRest in peace Lil` Gator, rest in peace Pat LemonsIt go on and on, Mafio, Big Rue, love y`all baby