Текст (слова) песни: Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar - State Property Soundtrack

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Chorus(Sigel)
I know it`s hard in every hood I know
Struggle in every ghetto I know
But not like the one I know
I see the law in every hood I go
They throw metal in every hood I know
But not like the one I know

(Oschino)
We all started innocent
Eating Reese`s Pieces
I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses
Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces
20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee
Since my dad died, attitude worsened
That`s why I stole cars before I could write cursive
Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind
Try to sale nickel bags like Louie Baton
I`m young, I`m good, best shape of my life
One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes
Only a dick head wouldn`t wanna be rich
And do his car like school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn`t shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em
And every bitch that was fronting, I`ma piss on em

[Beanie Sigel]
My hood dog
Like any average one
You know the dirty kids on the block having fun
Hand to hand is how the grams is slung
In tanned Timberlands and (?) until them vans a come
It`s all good now
But you remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn`t matter days
You would take that beating
Cause you wasn`t trying to be
the only one who missed the house party on the weekend
Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off "As We Lay"
Walk with me yall
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing craps everyday
Getting high on the block
Green bottles of private stock
2 dollar 40`s
Sparks tell ya story

[Chorus]

[Sparks]
I come up fragile and timid
Pressed to the limit
12 years old, no household
from the start I was finished
Disowned by the biologicals
And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird
Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals
And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile
Just made me wanna holla "Lord help me"
But I had will power
Stole a burner from Uncle Lester
And that .22 long blossomed to wild flower
Now when I enter rooms the conversation stop
And them cock suckers whisper
These faggots ain`t got no cahunas
So if they so much as touch me
I cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers
Show no love for these cock suckers
Weeping
Who can`t deal with life situations cause that`s money to me
Uhh
Murder

[Freeway]
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the hood
What I do
Make a living, make a killing in the hood
What I`m trying to do now
Get my children out the hood
Before the ATF start coming
plot, plot on
Now who am I
Little nigga named Free from the block
What I do
Make a living , make a killing on the block
What I`m trying to do now
Get my children off the block
And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar - State Property Soundtrack * send corrections to the typist Chorus(Sigel) I know it`s hard in every hood I know Struggle in every ghetto I know But not like the one I know I see the law in every hood I go They throw metal in every hood I know But not like the one I know (Oschino) We all started innocent Eating Reese`s Pieces I was young, then wearing 5 star Aleses Bullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces 20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepee Since my dad died, attitude worsened That`s why I stole cars before I could write cursive Thousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grind Try to sale nickel bags like Louie Baton I`m young, I`m good, best shape of my life One shot from big shit a blow you out of ya Nikes Only a dick head wouldn`t wanna be rich And do his car like school and drop out in the 6 You could look at my wrist, It wasn`t shit on it But I was determined to get a little gliss on em The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em And every bitch that was fronting, I`ma piss on em [Beanie Sigel] My hood dog Like any average one You know the dirty kids on the block having fun Hand to hand is how the grams is slung In tanned Timberlands and (?) until them vans a come It`s all good now But you remember those latter days Them tubleware, soul food platter days That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays Back then, when it really didn`t matter days You would take that beating Cause you wasn`t trying to be the only one who missed the house party on the weekend Knowing that them project chicks was in there freaking Grinding off "As We Lay" Walk with me yall Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away Pitching chains, playing craps everyday Getting high on the block Green bottles of private stock 2 dollar 40`s Sparks tell ya story [Chorus] [Sparks] I come up fragile and timid Pressed to the limit 12 years old, no household from the start I was finished Disowned by the biologicals And adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping Thunderbird Banging needles and pushing stolen Regals And with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravy Stuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenile Just made me wanna holla "Lord help me" But I had will power Stole a burner from Uncle Lester And that .22 long blossomed to wild flower Now when I enter rooms the conversation stop And them cock suckers whisper These faggots ain`t got no cahunas So if they so much as touch me I cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckers Show no love for these cock suckers Weeping Who can`t deal with life situations cause that`s money to me Uhh Murder [Freeway] Now who am I Little nigga named Free from the hood What I do Make a living, make a killing in the hood What I`m trying to do now Get my children out the hood Before the ATF start coming plot, plot on Now who am I Little nigga named Free from the block What I do Make a living , make a killing on the block What I`m trying to do now Get my children off the block And my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни State Property Soundtrack: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/22274.html Все тексты песен: Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar » Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar - State Property Soundtrack » Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar - Hood I Know Рекомендуем скачать: » Frank Sinatra - A Lovely Way to Spend an Evening » Freestyle Kingz - Keep On » Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Romantic » Fra Lippo Lippi - Everytime I See You » Fabolous - One Day » Face Down (US) - Monkeypunk » Falco - Falco Rides Again » Faith Hill - Bringing Out The Elvis » Fear Factory - scumgrief \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Frank Sinatra - I Get Along Without You Very Well » Face To Face - Bikeage » Flipsyde - Revolutionary Beat [Let`s Ride] » Front 242 - Commando mix » Foxy Brown f DMX - Dog & A Fox » Felber - Stanje Suludo » First Call - The Look » Frank Sinatra - I`d Know You Anywhere » Field Mob f Slimm Calhoun - Nothing 2 Lose » Flatlanders - Goin` Away » fu manchu - Trapeze Freak
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