Текст (слова) песни: Fatal - Whats Ya Life Worth?

[Bell]
[whispers of Outlaw]
[Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don`t wanna die
stop all that bull shit frontin` and all that talk
a real nigga will pick the time, to go what

Verse one
Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy
give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus
on the floor spreadin`, like diseases
sippin` the Henny, who say cool lockin` the Semi
Automatic, niggas jumpin` like acrobatics, when static erupts
you stuck, wit no fuckin` bucket to piss in
know all you cowards goin` miss in, heres a bitch
name glock you blockin` me, to be kissin` (I said it)
it`s like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin` shooty
layin` it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi
cuttin` ya ear to ear, fittin` these niggas head gear
like I`m county bound, wilin` from to tear to tear
shootin` and popluting, ya atmosphere
wit crates and waste, waitin` through the fuckin` state
tryin` come up in this world, cuz it`s money to make
laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
so maybe six feet, will make the raps better

Chorus [Fatal]
Whats ya life worth? more then a beef
when you got heat, and til scared of the streets
how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause
wit cha soul, departin` slow, still shootin` for the stars

Some times, I feel that I`m a dead man walkin`
wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
my life is hunted, I`m confused and fond
if my blood stop pourin`, I regulate like I was born (2x)

Verse two
What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread`em
the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet`em
ain`t nobody gettin` out alive, if I don`t get that melt that I came for
in plus a muthafuckin` ounce and bounce
cuz, I`m on that type of shit, nobody be knowin`
alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I`m blowin`
I got these thugs, and hotties knowin`
haulin` ass, wit Daz, and money bags,
and the ass of the shooty showin`, play the ?
I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and
Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero
watch me, streets is black hockey
their`s rules in the game, that`s never let a cop top me

Chorus

Verse three
Back to back, doin` niggas like this
when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible
I`m a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack
so I don`t miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
blame ya legislation, for puttin` me on probation
allagations facin` the nation, so poor I`m in the basement
ready for cold war, but I remain pateint
my sustained, station, name takin`
for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin` brain shakin`
makin` a switch, from tricks to rich
clips to bricks, wit slow dipps
turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded
toted an broke click, you need a light?
I`m a type, that you can smoke dick
rock a crew, down to ?
like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein
jackin` planes, back to ?
through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal
new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill
shot and spin I, wit you got is men I
she top they droppin` did I, you got popped in the lid I
rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
through ya crewshea, devils desire

Chorus 1/2

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» Fatal - The World is Changing
» Fatal - Take Your Time
» Fatal - Whats Ya Life Worth?
» Fatal - Intro *
» Fatal - Come and Die
» Fatal - M. O. B.
» Fatal - Friday
» Fatal - M.O.B.
» Fatal - Times Wastin
» Fatal - Everyday
» Fatal - Intro *
» Fatal - I Know The Rule
» Fatal - Outlaws
» Fatal - Times Wastin`
» Fatal - Getto Star


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: Fatal - Whats Ya Life Worth? [Bell] [whispers of Outlaw] [Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don`t wanna die stop all that bull shit frontin` and all that talk a real nigga will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin`, like diseases sippin` the Henny, who say cool lockin` the Semi Automatic, niggas jumpin` like acrobatics, when static erupts you stuck, wit no fuckin` bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin` miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin` me, to be kissin` (I said it) it`s like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon) get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon) protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin` shooty layin` it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi cuttin` ya ear to ear, fittin` these niggas head gear like I`m county bound, wilin` from to tear to tear shootin` and popluting, ya atmosphere wit crates and waste, waitin` through the fuckin` state tryin` come up in this world, cuz it`s money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better Chorus [Fatal] Whats ya life worth? more then a beef when you got heat, and til scared of the streets how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause wit cha soul, departin` slow, still shootin` for the stars Some times, I feel that I`m a dead man walkin` wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I`m confused and fond if my blood stop pourin`, I regulate like I was born (2x) Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread`em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet`em ain`t nobody gettin` out alive, if I don`t get that melt that I came for in plus a muthafuckin` ounce and bounce cuz, I`m on that type of shit, nobody be knowin` alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I`m blowin` I got these thugs, and hotties knowin` haulin` ass, wit Daz, and money bags, and the ass of the shooty showin`, play the ? I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero watch me, streets is black hockey their`s rules in the game, that`s never let a cop top me Chorus Verse three Back to back, doin` niggas like this when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible I`m a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack so I don`t miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation blame ya legislation, for puttin` me on probation allagations facin` the nation, so poor I`m in the basement ready for cold war, but I remain pateint my sustained, station, name takin` for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin` brain shakin` makin` a switch, from tricks to rich clips to bricks, wit slow dipps turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded toted an broke click, you need a light? I`m a type, that you can smoke dick rock a crew, down to ? like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein jackin` planes, back to ? through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill shot and spin I, wit you got is men I she top they droppin` did I, you got popped in the lid I rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter through ya crewshea, devils desire Chorus 1/2 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Whats Ya Life Worth?: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/10809.html Все тексты песен: Fatal » Fatal - The World is Changing » Fatal - Take Your Time » Fatal - Whats Ya Life Worth? » Fatal - Intro * » Fatal - Come and Die » Fatal - M. O. B. » Fatal - Friday » Fatal - M.O.B. » Fatal - Times Wastin » Fatal - Everyday » Fatal - Intro * » Fatal - I Know The Rule » Fatal - Outlaws » Fatal - Times Wastin` » Fatal - Getto Star Рекомендуем скачать: » Breaking Benjamin - Skin » Bucks Fizz - My camera never lies » Beach Boys - kokomo \| guitar chord и Mp3 » big tent revival - two sets of jones \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Bad Religion - Automatic Man » Bananarama - Tripping on Your Love » Bauhaus - party of the first part \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Benny - Amigo Charly Brown » beautiful south - good as gold \| guitar chord и Mp3 » B.B. King - Please Set The Date » Bad Boys Blue - Blue Moon » Blur - End Of A Century » B.B. Jay - Universal Concussion » Blur - Ultranol » Ben harper - Two Hands Of A Prayer » bouncing souls - cracked \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Banton Buju - Murderer » Bee Gees - Surfer Boy » Battlelore - Buccaneers Inn » Bryan Morton - Hard To Believe
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