Текст (слова) песни: C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), - Trapped in Crime

(talking)(popeye)
Don`t real niggas die, in god we return,
but respect the real though, feel that

Chorus: Young Thugs

You better watch your back before you get yourself mugged
`Cause niggas `round here ain`t gon` show u no love
Them niggas ain`t no friend to you
All them niggas wanna do is put a end to you

(verse 1: C-Murder)
Look at the future, look into the eyes of the men that might shoot ya
Even your best friend might do ya
Why take a chance on a man just because he shake your hand
Them same niggas kill for a grand and i don`t understand
All that friendship shit is played out
You better wake up before you be layed out
I know u smoke weed with`em and you trust`em like your brother
But he ain`t your brother
Nigga listen to your mother
You walk around like you big and bad nigga
If you was in jail you might be fag nigga
How can i love you, you don`t love yourself
You play the game raw fool and its bad for your health

(chorus) (2x)

(verse 2: Hollaway of the GC`s)
Now whats a friend what a patner
How do tell who`s an imposter
A nigga you see rarely could be diggin down your bitch daily,
it scares me
My little brothers in that situation
Ther`s clowns hangin` round because there`s paper in this occupation
I done warned ya, the same one you tote wit`
Sell your little dope wit`
Or get your fuckin` throat slit
Wanna be a hustler nigga? holla at me, there`s rules to the game
First of all don`t FUCK wit` the lame
I used to hit the block, glock cock stone in my matchbox
Hollerin` at them hoes
Pullin` flights on po-pos
But now im Hollaway
With the GC`s until my diein` day
There`s freedom on the streets if you cherish it try to stay

(chorus) (2x)

(verse 3: Popeye)
Think about when I stood that may be left when i was foldin` my few
Just tryin` to see who lyin` me when i was told that i knew
Boldin` my crew between the edge of my future with no return
On any hella-heart in the flesh but no concern, burn
Rainy nights and waterfalls
To walk away on a date my daughter call
Y`all tryin` make a way to slaughter y`all
Even though we held up rukus before the battle
Made it through pistol poppin` unlockin` i saw your shadow standin`
next to me wit just a clip
Flallin` beside me couldn`t resist to flip
You held me down but yet we missed a ship
Reachin` out abusin` my purpose to guide the night crew
Notice that I`m a part of your blood and what i might do

(chorus) (4x)

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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: C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), - Trapped in Crime (talking)(popeye) Don`t real niggas die, in god we return, but respect the real though, feel that Chorus: Young Thugs You better watch your back before you get yourself mugged `Cause niggas `round here ain`t gon` show u no love Them niggas ain`t no friend to you All them niggas wanna do is put a end to you (verse 1: C-Murder) Look at the future, look into the eyes of the men that might shoot ya Even your best friend might do ya Why take a chance on a man just because he shake your hand Them same niggas kill for a grand and i don`t understand All that friendship shit is played out You better wake up before you be layed out I know u smoke weed with`em and you trust`em like your brother But he ain`t your brother Nigga listen to your mother You walk around like you big and bad nigga If you was in jail you might be fag nigga How can i love you, you don`t love yourself You play the game raw fool and its bad for your health (chorus) (2x) (verse 2: Hollaway of the GC`s) Now whats a friend what a patner How do tell who`s an imposter A nigga you see rarely could be diggin down your bitch daily, it scares me My little brothers in that situation Ther`s clowns hangin` round because there`s paper in this occupation I done warned ya, the same one you tote wit` Sell your little dope wit` Or get your fuckin` throat slit Wanna be a hustler nigga? holla at me, there`s rules to the game First of all don`t FUCK wit` the lame I used to hit the block, glock cock stone in my matchbox Hollerin` at them hoes Pullin` flights on po-pos But now im Hollaway With the GC`s until my diein` day There`s freedom on the streets if you cherish it try to stay (chorus) (2x) (verse 3: Popeye) Think about when I stood that may be left when i was foldin` my few Just tryin` to see who lyin` me when i was told that i knew Boldin` my crew between the edge of my future with no return On any hella-heart in the flesh but no concern, burn Rainy nights and waterfalls To walk away on a date my daughter call Y`all tryin` make a way to slaughter y`all Even though we held up rukus before the battle Made it through pistol poppin` unlockin` i saw your shadow standin` next to me wit just a clip Flallin` beside me couldn`t resist to flip You held me down but yet we missed a ship Reachin` out abusin` my purpose to guide the night crew Notice that I`m a part of your blood and what i might do (chorus) (4x) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Trapped in Crime: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/25063.html Все тексты песен: C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), » C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), - Young Thugs » C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), - Trapped in Crime » C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), - Trapped in Crime » C-Murder, Hollaway (Ghetto Commission), - Young Thugs Рекомендуем скачать: » Валентин Вихорев - Христос-то, говорят, наш был туристом... » Виктор Дурицын - Приглашение к почтовому роману » Владимир Высоцкий - Гром прогремел » Валерий Меладзе - Так и скажи » ВИА ГРА - Стоп! Стоп! Стоп! » Владимир Высоцкий - Мой черный человек в костюме сером » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня о переселении душ » Владимир Бобриков - Письмо на тот свет Владимиру Семёновичу и Александру Аркадьевичу » Вадим Мищук, Валерий Мищук - Собачий холод » Владимир Береснев - Нарцисс » Воскресенье, Константин Никольский - Я тоже был веселым и беспечным » Воскресенье, Константин Никольский - Куда влечет меня слепое счастье (Облако) » Владимир Высоцкий - Я люблю и женщин и проказы » Визбор Юрий - Черная вершина мерзлой » Владимир Каденко - Сонет » Владимир Каракуц - Фея Eiole » Вера Матвеева - Креветка » Виктор Салтыков - Нежные локоны » Винокуров Марк - Помолись » Виктор Черников - Я этот вечер не забыл...
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