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  • Текст песни Mobb Deep - Street Life

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    Тут находится текст песни Mobb Deep - Street Life, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    M-o-b-b d-e-e-p, a.c.d. burn sometin
    Let's get lifted, queens is you wit me
    Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me
    I back him down wit the 50-50
    It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me
    The first five hundred bitches free
    He kid with the God jewel and let all my gods come thru
    Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
    And fucked too, shit on me? well then, fuck you
    Gone wit your high class ass if you want to
    Outta state you be suckin me off and breakin off
    Weed bitch stinks of stallion but my dick went soft
    My mobb got in lock wit masterlock, het getcha locks picked
    Run up in your spot, mask-n-glove shit
    Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumpded
    Crank, we in the bathroom thumpin

    To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers
    Big money spenders and the ebineezer scroogers
    Thugs holdin fort wit the sixteen shot rugers
    The cream that I redeem will bring a lex and landcruiser
    Dominant chapter, assassinin' the obsolete
    And my mobb comes deep to put the wind beneath your feet
    My heart's harder than concrete, and nervous streets
    Be walked offbeat but still thugs carry heats
    I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within
    Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive for me sins
    My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends
    One love to my thugs up north in the pens
    Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage
    Nemesis renegade, breakin down barricades
    These days are gettin rough, 'nother brother handcuffed
    Fallen victim to the gameis like style's corrupt

    Chorus:

    My crime niggas livin - street life
    Them queen niggas livin - street life
    My drug niggas livin - street life
    My street niggas livin - street life
    You thug niggas livin - street life
    Nyc livin - street life
    My mobb niggas livin - street life
    What?

    Verse 2: havoc, a.c.d.
    For every rhyme I write, reality bites
    My clique keeps shit rolled too tight
    Regulate and know the rule
    I gets some insight plus info, do stickers with my kickos
    My .44 will burn that ass like goin raw with nymphos
    So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest
    Or get your teflon put to the motherfuckin test
    State pen put on points, son you know
    Stay on the low, got the back, oh-no-no
    When I'm on a dough blow, got ta guard you now
    Kid, you wanna get foul, so now I gotta put that ass back on profile
    Change your character, you ain't got stamina
    Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha
    The infamous handle business, gonna make mines
    Forever, son, kid you heard it thru the grapevine

    To my royal thug commitees and outlaws that live the life of frank nitty
    The big city mobster, the c-to-d ? ? ? ? has made the
    God unholy, skies forever watch me
    The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin me
    Propagation, my life story is far from fiction
    Cos at one time, the .44 bullets took the world, bring sparks and friction
    I anaylse this 'erb so I roll with trife characters
    The hardest for the world to cap, and shiner like a
    Full carat diamond with perfect designin
    Philly's and 9 mili's and coupe de villey's forever reclinin
    To the shoot, physicals in this paradox
    The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts
    Until then I be a trife individual, dwellin in these days
    Scorch from the deeez plus the sun's rays
    Dead president dreams and million dollar schemes
    Killer queens, the land of cream fiends
    A.c.d. the world terrorist
    Stainless rugers for the intruders and my cipher's infamous
    Thru new york and worldwide, we penetrate your inside
    *? diamond did? * drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare fro heaven's ride

    Chorus:
    A.c.d. livin - street life
    My ice niggas livin - street life
    Them jewel rockin niggas livin - street life
    Them crack niggas livin - street life
    Them coke-sellin niggas livin - street life
    Word, n

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