Текст песни Streetlife f Carlton Fisk, Inspectah Dec - A Star is Born
Streetlife f Carlton Fisk, Inspectah Dec - A Star is Born слова песни
[Intro: Streetlife]Do this, do this damn thing, yoOhhhh, yeah, I waited a long time for thisWord, cock back that shit, yeah, greatnessOhhhh, come on, come on, come on, come onCome on, come on, come on, come on[Streetlife]This is rap bizarre, another star in the makingTook lot`s of patience, deep concentrationSat back, analyze your M.C.`S mistakes andRealize most of y`all rap cats is fakin`Like y`all is serial killers, and ain`t murderin` nathanFunk Flex, pump this, in heavy rotationPlace your bet, whose the next rap sensation?Mobilize, regulate, a whole generationFuck what ya heard, this is Street EducationPluckin` at your nerve, like a stab wound patientI feed blatent, styles still flagrantCatch me on Rap City, loungin` in the basementStyle, still gritty, double dart agentI master the art, check my rap pagesThey stab you in the back, who that? Smiling facesThat`s why, I carry the gat in foreign places[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]Rap bizarre, another star in the making (ohhhh)Keep faking, get your seat taken (ohhhh)[Carlton Fisk]Yo, inhale this paraphanel`, dart from jailIt`s P.L.O., see me up north in your cellPlug your cherry rich glock in hell, find your way outTunnel vision like we emburk, fight my way outNiggaz can`t stop me, five seven seven tips probablyServing me, enter my building lobbyPolice recording me, yo, I got I.D.So on point, pass you a holder with three feloniesVerrazano, horizontal move, first that gave him rulesNiggaz can`t fuck with P.L.O., for realAll that shit sound slick, but let`s be for realYou a faggot life nigga, that just caught a birthI`m the raw suspect that`ll tuck your eighthPistol whip you in the face, make you crack the safeMan, you can front all you want on cd`s and mixtapesP.L.O. Style, niggaz had to earn they name[Chorus][Streetlife]This is Shaolin, what? Niggaz grab your nutsStrut, rock to, what I conductAfter this verse, I might self destructShort fuse, overheating, blow the fuck upWhere my ladies at? What up? Wanna fuck?No disrespect, got a love jones for slutsBig bag of dud, Deck, burn a DutchFiends control your lust, look, but don`t touchStill Wu, keep the God-U, tucked under the gutRap lust, my flow is spectaculausNiggaz doubt my skill, like I ain`t real enoughFuck what you feel, that`s why you still baggin` upIt be those niggaz you know, that be actin` upThat`s why my attitude`s corrupt and don`t give a fuckFans rush the bus, to get star struckI`m that same road, he`s just loungin` in cut[Chorus 2X][Outro: Inspectah Deck (Streetlife)]Word up, word up, Streetlife, Size/7Get ya shit taken on the spotRebel I (word up, be on starter)Wu-Tang, Killa Beez nigga (who request that?)Forever (word up, ohhhhh)Yo, pass that bone (you know how we do)(Word up, Killa Hills, Shaolin, Shaolin, ohhhh)