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Текст (слова) песни: Cormega f Dona, Miz - Intro

[Intro: sample]
Pardon me brother
As you stand in your glory
I know you won`t mind
If I tell the whole story

[Cormega]
I had the streets waiting
Like a drought, my niggaz be patient
My daughter was recently born, I took a brief hiatus
Then Ty died, then I fell into a deep oasis
Others sparred, which reappeared, when Spree` was traded
Love is love, even with people hatingg
Niggaz be slingin` daily, with no hope, expect for beatin` cases
I frequent places, where single mothers, are teens with babies
And fatherless homes are common as police who hate us
For the color of our skin, or the v`s we came in
Rockin` these beats, doin` those sneakers, my scheme be plannin`
Since I came with The Realness, I been labeled the illest
Dealer, M.C., leavin` people amazed with my lyrics
We don`t need you to feel us, just recognize
We in the building, with heaters concealed
Burnin` our name in the ceiling, Legal Hustle, nigga

*beat change*

[Dona]
My hood divided, I don`t fuck with the niggaz from the other side
My homies drop it, like flies
Painful timems have a nigga livin` reckless
All I expected was to see another day
Take my momma out the pj`s, it got`s to be another way
They pumpin` on my chest, and I`m screamin`
I stop breathing, my love one`s leaving
Money never went to those that really need it
Brownsville, Bed-Stuy and Fort Green and
The whole Eastside`s sayin` `fuck the police`
On the mic, I`m a beast
The church tried to critize me for my disbelief
Mentally I`m at war, I`mma smorse` it all
Trials and tribulations, false accusations
Of me, being in deep, we`ll shit, they rob me, nigga

[Miz]
Stay on a mission, checkin` my trigger, you niggaz figure
Thinkin` for some reason, this ruger won`t make your body shiver
But I`mma let you know, from the start
I was born at this game, now it`s a shame to seen it torn apart
Moms cryin`, never knew what son had beef
Kissin` his cheeks, and a heart`s feelin` nothin` but grief
Receivin` reefs, placin` him at his feet
It`s kinda fucked up, to see things happenin` in the streets
Nine-three it was ill in my town
You either buck now, or lay down, or let a nigga feel your pound
That`s how it be up in the streets
Money hungry bitches is bigger, noted
But to just let them live, I`m for this eat
And I`mma tell you about niggaz with money
Sorry to say but us blacks be actin` real funny
That`s why I deaded Moe on the eighth
Because every time we drama, he always end up coming late
Nowadays niggaz get snaked for being fake
Airin` cats out, and takin` trips out of state
That`s how it be up in the city, where niggaz act shitty
Gettin` shift and pretty, I`m trynna hold like Biggie
You niggaz with me, against me, don`t` try to stick me
Playin` both sides, I`m bustin` you until I`m empty
Legal Hustle, nigga..

 

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