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  • Текст песни Jim Jones feat. Jadakiss, Philthy Rich - Don't Know What They Took Him For

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    Тут находится текст песни Jim Jones feat. Jadakiss, Philthy Rich - Don't Know What They Took Him For, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    You gotta stay sharp out here
    You gotta stay in the loop
    Can't do what you did yesterday (Heatmakerz)
    If you wanna live tomorrow (Crack Music)
    Uh huh, Jones

    It's not a weapon they can form
    Against me that will prosper (Pray for me)
    I been whippin' foreign Bentleys
    With an ill posture (Skrrt, skrrt)
    Selassie, I know some deadly rastas
    I been dancin' with the wolves
    It's like Kevin Costner (You hear me?)
    Bakin' up them cakes
    It's like Better Crocker (Fact though)
    I can give it to you hard
    If you already rock it (How you want that?)
    But keep it low 'cause you know you
    Don't want the feds to pop up
    On the real, with all this money
    Only the feds can stop us (Chill)
    On birthdays was the worst days (Woo)
    Now I might pop eighty grand on a Thursday
    (Count that up)
    Two-point-two pounds is what the birds weigh
    (What that weight?) if I'm a pastor
    Please tell me what the church say (Amen)
    Heard you, be cool when I swerve through
    Call them goons up
    Them niggas gon' purge through
    I done lived through things
    That might disturb you (Disturb you)
    Facts

    Promise, this ain't the life you lookin' for
    (Nope) searched my car but I don't
    Know what they lookin' for
    Secret indictments and I don't know
    What they took 'em for (Damn)
    I seen mommy in the kitchen
    She was cookin' raw (Uh oh)
    The traphouse with the trap door
    (Skrrt skrrt) packed house
    Now we comin' through the backdoor
    (Whip it up)
    It was black tops, rockin' the black 4's
    Now we hoppin' out of drops
    With the matte doors

    Nah, that title does not fit you (Nah)
    The culture is not with you (Uh, uh)
    Your verses are not scriptures (No)
    I was a first and fifteenth block clicker
    (I was) in the spot with the blicker
    The plot got thicker (Yes)
    I only indulged in weed then, not liquor
    (That's it) tried to have the best work
    And finish my rocks quicker (I got it)
    Prices got cheaper
    (yeah) , the hill's all mine (All mine)
    Now the work that I'm touchin' could
    Get me some real time (Raw)
    I kicked it with the Lord
    He sent me some real signs (Thank you)
    I started to record
    I wrote with some ill rhymes
    It's a love and hate thing
    I'm dealin' with real lines
    Now it's two guns up
    So I got the concealed nines
    They wait for you to die
    Then they label you a legend
    I'm debatin' on a new M8 or the X7 (Fire)
    Figure either one'll be a good look (Yes)
    Count my blessings
    Get my lessons out the Good Book

    Promise, this ain't the life you lookin' for
    (Nope) searched my car but I don't
    Know what they lookin' for
    Secret indictments and I don't know
    What they took 'em for (Damn)
    I seen mommy in the kitchen
    She was cookin' raw (Uh oh)
    The traphouse with the trap door
    (Skrrt skrrt) packed house
    Now we comin' through the backdoor
    (Whip it up)
    It was black tops, rockin' the black 4's
    Now we hoppin' out of drops
    With the matte doors

    Uh huh, look
    Fifty pointers in the chain just
    To hide the pain (Bustdown)
    Tryna count up all this money
    Probably wreck my brain (Probably will)
    Free that nigga Nef and free that nigga Mane
    (Free my niggas)
    Lose all my niggas to the system
    Probably go insane (It's Philthy)
    Real street nigga, worked a few M's
    (Sem City Money Man)
    Rappin' real street shit, dropped a few gems
    (Ayy, did you catch that?)
    I know them niggas mad I'm in a new Benz
    (I know they mad)
    Fuck it, spend another dime on some new rims
    (It's Philthy) niggas from my hood died from
    Niggas from my hood (Swear to God)
    But everything I learnt came up out the hood
    (Seminary) i took my niggas with me
    Straight up out the hood (Solid)
    But they'll call you fake
    You make it out the hood (It's Philthy)
    Bitches turn sour, nigga turn snake
    (Is that right?) they shuttin' off the power
    When the payment late (You know they is)
    When you broke niggas love you
    When you rich they hate (Pussy)
    They plottin' on your death
    Tryna set a date, it's Philthy

    Promise, this ain't the life you lookin' for
    (Nope) searched my car but I don't
    Know what they lookin' for
    Secret indictments and I don't know
    What they took 'em for (Damn)
    I seen mommy in the kitchen
    She was cookin' raw (Uh oh)
    The traphouse with the trap door
    (Skrrt skrrt) packed house
    Now we comin' through the backdoor
    (Whip it up)
    It was black tops, rockin' the black 4's
    Now we hoppin' out of drops
    With the matte doors

    Знай, что они ищут
    Секретные обвинения, и я не знаю
    За что они их приняли (Черт)
    Я видел маму на кухне
    Она готовила сырую (о-о)
    Трапхаус с люком
    (Скррт скррт) переполненный зал
    Теперь мы проходим через черный ход
    (Взбейте это)
    Это были черные топы, зажигательные черные четверки.
    Теперь мы выпрыгиваем из капель
    С матовыми дверями

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