Текст (слова) песни: Big Syke f Mac Mall - Be Yo Self

Intro: [Mac Mall]

Yeah though, it`s the M-A-C y`all
Young M-A-C Mall yaknow what I`m sayin`?
From the Five-Tre-Five crew
Str8 Crestsider, (fa sure)
but I`m in the house wid my niggaaa,
Big Syke from Thug Lige bitch,
Ya know what I`m sayin`?
And it`s going down like this...

Verse 1: Mac Mall

Wasted talent, wasted time, wasted minds
Suckas givin` up wid out trying
Satisfied wid ya grind
Farakhan lacin` soldiers everyday but you blind,
Ya best to beware, of this shit called minimum maximum
Cause all the hustlas is catching `em,
From Crestside to L.A.
Cutty niggas can`t dodge no case
Should dodge the bullet, when it`s your face,
And I really don`t know wid the mell on the glow
But I fits to get it all before the two triple O
Like Feddie and Big Row,
Hennessy so let`s toast for my peo-ples
And all the playas and pard-ners that ain`t here
For my factors and my folks wid a million years
Wid no chance to appeal,
I know ya thinkin` that it`s to real
But playboy this the shit when ya lust for skreel
But if ya get it... huh ya won`t look back
Be a certified star wid ya own dope track
No tapes and CDs, just zips and Os
And a faulty fan club known as the po-pos
You won`t last long,
So for ya, grand finale
They ship ya ass off to the, fedaralies,
Ya know....

Hook: Big Syke

You got to use what you got,
And do ya best, no time to waste
Don`t waste your talent life is full of stress

Verse 2:

A one track mind on the street still sellin` yay
Advance and dance to romance the game everyday
Some niggas do sixteen trife bringin` wifes back
My homie caught four kis, body bags, fat sacks
How many `vances can you get from the fools that you work wid?
How many chances you gon` get, from niggas in yo click?
By any means for the greens is necessary
A stack off obituaries, and listen to cemeteries
Wid a name in the street fame, mo` game
Wid out the dope game, cocaine, insane
How many lives can I live in this shit
Money spent for ya blueprint laid by the government,
Ghetto superstars yard rims made hard
Pullin` hoe cards from the block to the boulevard
Checkin` my traps gettin` right wid my paper work
Been in the corner on Daytonas do a little dirt,
I lost locs through the City of Angels
At the burial no star spangled
I got a new angle....

Hook(2x)

Verse 3: Big Syke

Every corner I turn, brothers holdin` on
What you waitin` on?, don`t postpone, you gotta roll along
Sometimes if ya crew ain`t true,
Who`s catchin` up on things already passed due,
Look at Jack big ten quarterback,
Now he`s on crack he said he can`t turn back
How you gonna act when the future slaps you in yo face?
Wish you was in another place, steady pace,
Is how I`m going you ain`t knowin` how it really is,
Givin` drugs to the thugs and the little kids
Smokin` sticks spendin` time barely gettin` by,
Didn`t even try, to busy gettin` high,
World don`t owe you, me or nobody else
It`s cold for sure, so do for self
Let somebody else wonder and disbelieve
What you could achieve,
Don`t waste your talent, like Joe
A basketball pro,
He`ll only be a pro in the ghetto,
Cause he prolong, still wrong procrastinated,
So many waited, they wasted they talent

Hook(2x)

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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: Big Syke f Mac Mall - Be Yo Self Intro: [Mac Mall] Yeah though, it`s the M-A-C y`all Young M-A-C Mall yaknow what I`m sayin`? From the Five-Tre-Five crew Str8 Crestsider, (fa sure) but I`m in the house wid my niggaaa, Big Syke from Thug Lige bitch, Ya know what I`m sayin`? And it`s going down like this... Verse 1: Mac Mall Wasted talent, wasted time, wasted minds Suckas givin` up wid out trying Satisfied wid ya grind Farakhan lacin` soldiers everyday but you blind, Ya best to beware, of this shit called minimum maximum Cause all the hustlas is catching `em, From Crestside to L.A. Cutty niggas can`t dodge no case Should dodge the bullet, when it`s your face, And I really don`t know wid the mell on the glow But I fits to get it all before the two triple O Like Feddie and Big Row, Hennessy so let`s toast for my peo-ples And all the playas and pard-ners that ain`t here For my factors and my folks wid a million years Wid no chance to appeal, I know ya thinkin` that it`s to real But playboy this the shit when ya lust for skreel But if ya get it... huh ya won`t look back Be a certified star wid ya own dope track No tapes and CDs, just zips and Os And a faulty fan club known as the po-pos You won`t last long, So for ya, grand finale They ship ya ass off to the, fedaralies, Ya know.... Hook: Big Syke You got to use what you got, And do ya best, no time to waste Don`t waste your talent life is full of stress Verse 2: A one track mind on the street still sellin` yay Advance and dance to romance the game everyday Some niggas do sixteen trife bringin` wifes back My homie caught four kis, body bags, fat sacks How many `vances can you get from the fools that you work wid? How many chances you gon` get, from niggas in yo click? By any means for the greens is necessary A stack off obituaries, and listen to cemeteries Wid a name in the street fame, mo` game Wid out the dope game, cocaine, insane How many lives can I live in this shit Money spent for ya blueprint laid by the government, Ghetto superstars yard rims made hard Pullin` hoe cards from the block to the boulevard Checkin` my traps gettin` right wid my paper work Been in the corner on Daytonas do a little dirt, I lost locs through the City of Angels At the burial no star spangled I got a new angle.... Hook(2x) Verse 3: Big Syke Every corner I turn, brothers holdin` on What you waitin` on?, don`t postpone, you gotta roll along Sometimes if ya crew ain`t true, Who`s catchin` up on things already passed due, Look at Jack big ten quarterback, Now he`s on crack he said he can`t turn back How you gonna act when the future slaps you in yo face? Wish you was in another place, steady pace, Is how I`m going you ain`t knowin` how it really is, Givin` drugs to the thugs and the little kids Smokin` sticks spendin` time barely gettin` by, Didn`t even try, to busy gettin` high, World don`t owe you, me or nobody else It`s cold for sure, so do for self Let somebody else wonder and disbelieve What you could achieve, Don`t waste your talent, like Joe A basketball pro, He`ll only be a pro in the ghetto, Cause he prolong, still wrong procrastinated, So many waited, they wasted they talent Hook(2x) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Be Yo Self: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/26157.html Все тексты песен: Big Syke f Mac Mall » Big Syke f Mac Mall - Wasted Talent » Big Syke f Mac Mall - Be Yo Self Рекомендуем скачать: » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Непрерывный суицид » Геннадий Васильев - Разбоем пахла ночка... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Нечего терять » Геннадий Перевалов - Бесплатный блюз » Галина Брусницына - Наедине с ночью » Гиви Чрелашвили - Беспутье » Гайк Мкртчян - (Короткие стихи) » Григорий Данской - Флейтист » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Продолжая продолжать » Голубева Лерика (Фабрика звезд - 5) » Григорий Данской - Зимний футбол » Геннадий Васильев - Песня про города » Гиви Чрелашвили - Дворянская честь » Гарик Кричевский - Таня-джан » Гости из Будущего - Я думала » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Все как у людей » Гнус - Изоляция » Геннадий Жаров - Монголфьер » Геннадий Жуков - Дыханием тревожа озерцо... » Гулько Михаил - Костер давно погас
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