Текст песни Screwball - Street Life, слова песни Screwball

Текст песни Screwball - Street Life

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Players keep playin`, haters keep hatin`So much to say, so little timeFor the hood that I prayHaters I spit you die; slow; die; slowWash my hands in some in-scent smokePull a leaf off a treeFlip it over nothing innocent thoughCity split it over to meHennessey spilling over tenements of QBIt`s real or more a dayPlenty of ways to diePlenty of ways to survivePlenty of ways gettin` highStraight sip the innocent kindAnd the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquetsUndercovers with heat in their slumber jacketsGovernment badges and colored stripe bracketsG`s sittin` pretty like cash and (???)Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer AlaSwaying in and out, above and beyondThe humidity, really got me jitteryCold like a barrel of iceDark shadows of lifeI put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-dittoWhat son say, you still knowI catch a chill flowing through my templeIt`s real simpleGood faith, common sense, six-triple in the mixDippin` through quick aiming to get you; it`s the click!(Chorus)For the thuns, each one to each one son Street life is all I knowWays to move I pay dues; I`m talking to all of you Warfare is when you goFor the cash `cuz I reach for them... reach for them Street life is all I knowFull bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories Warfare is when you go[Hostyle]Yo..It`s Hostyle їque pasa?No masa; tu eres no problemaїCliente hah?Drama with dada is dangerousBang with anguish; Flame with a touchDeranged ain`t enoughGunpowder laying on my cuffCall my bluff The streets don`t stop; it`s like a marry-go-roundThe beats don`t stop; multiply various roundsOf hard knock, bar locked gatesThese are the brakesFamily ties without a traceOld G`s...??? With sheets of casper tokePremeditated plans later datedHaters waited with iron plated heatDesigned, made miraculously dated in deep memorySo...keep countin` dollarsKeep mine moving scholars of rapWith a lot of gats; holla` back!(Chorus)You`ll win by all meansStruggle for the creamHustle by ways of beingDon`t let prophecy endDon`t let the Po-Po knock me againDon`t let the `nine` cock freely in sinMissiles through your flesh tissue... military issueGuess you understand the risk you takeDissed you on your forehead snakeMore dead weightPitch fork love; It`s for coke thugsBitches huffin` & puffin`; huffin` & puffin` about nothin`Watch you say I hold against you in the court of lawGun firing; wall to wall(???) closed from burn holesFires turned on my stone... Fuck That!`Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolledFrom reasons of livin`The breath I`m givin`All the checks I`m scribblin`; it`s real baby!(Chorus)

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