Текст (слова) песни: Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Project Love

[Intro: Hell Razah]
Pain, struggle, we gotta hold our head up, as a people
Youknowhatimsayin, we on a prowl
Can`t forget the struggle, son, we all go through
G.G.O.

[Hell Razah]
This for the baby mothers, broken hearted
Five seeds in a one bedroom apartment
I feel the hunger of my brothers eatin` out the garbage
And all my locked up and dead baby fathers, over lady heartaches
We play with automatics and revolvers
I know chain robbers could of been Vince Carters
Can`t ignore it, cuz the pain bother
Different book, but the same author
Recognize, we are the same father
We just try`nna feed our family tree, so our seeds be insanity free
Instead of locked up for scramblin` ki`s
OG`s comin` home, he had it sowned
But the corner payphone, in `89, but he stuck in that zone
Little Tasha, eight months, and got a baby by the neighborhood chump
Who`d rather smoke blunts, then bring home lunch
Young ones bustin` they guns with gemstars under they tongues
They got the fathers locked away from the sons

[Chorus: Hell Razah]
Every time I count money and I think about my dead homies
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
Every time I read a jail letter, thinkin` it`s gon` get better
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
Every time I hear a seed dyin`, more mothers cryin`
(It be that hood love, that keep me healthy)
It`s nothin` like the hood...

[Hell Razah]
Drug shipments, welfare recipients worship Clinton
Meanwhile, we got no food in the kitchen
Grandmothers turned Christian, try to warn `em but he ain`t listen
Now it`s phone calls from prison, daddy little girl is missing
Thirteen when she started kissing, she came in late pops was flippin`
Momma`s boy, sold his cracks, to be employed
Not noticin` we caught in the trap, to be destroyed
Lookin` out of cab window, same babies in the carriage, now sell indo
Carry an info`, the sore losers can`t win, so they spread rumors
Corrupt cops, either lock or shoot us
We love the hood with a ghetto respect, Nat Turner
The burner be the mind first amendment, say it, cuz I meant
Don`t care about those who get offended
We rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kindred
Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt
Team mates kick dirt, for CREAM and a network
Your back`ll get stabbed for that cash money bag
You ain`t a thug, with your chain, gun and doo-rag
New car, new lab, powerful weed from just two drags
You coughin` on oregano, be careful who you follow bro
Someone to push your Bentley, but they ain`t ready though
Someone to be an M.C., and on the radio
Some sell yayo, it`s tricks in the ghettio
Chick where my cash go? You just like the last hoe
Bloomberg fucked up the crack flow, we let gats blow
Twisted colors on our capsule, turn projects to castles
You ever heard of the black Jews? You seen us on the five o`clock news

[Chorus]

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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: Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Project Love [Intro: Hell Razah] Pain, struggle, we gotta hold our head up, as a people Youknowhatimsayin, we on a prowl Can`t forget the struggle, son, we all go through G.G.O. [Hell Razah] This for the baby mothers, broken hearted Five seeds in a one bedroom apartment I feel the hunger of my brothers eatin` out the garbage And all my locked up and dead baby fathers, over lady heartaches We play with automatics and revolvers I know chain robbers could of been Vince Carters Can`t ignore it, cuz the pain bother Different book, but the same author Recognize, we are the same father We just try`nna feed our family tree, so our seeds be insanity free Instead of locked up for scramblin` ki`s OG`s comin` home, he had it sowned But the corner payphone, in `89, but he stuck in that zone Little Tasha, eight months, and got a baby by the neighborhood chump Who`d rather smoke blunts, then bring home lunch Young ones bustin` they guns with gemstars under they tongues They got the fathers locked away from the sons [Chorus: Hell Razah] Every time I count money and I think about my dead homies (It be that hood love, that keep me healthy) Every time I read a jail letter, thinkin` it`s gon` get better (It be that hood love, that keep me healthy) Every time I hear a seed dyin`, more mothers cryin` (It be that hood love, that keep me healthy) It`s nothin` like the hood... [Hell Razah] Drug shipments, welfare recipients worship Clinton Meanwhile, we got no food in the kitchen Grandmothers turned Christian, try to warn `em but he ain`t listen Now it`s phone calls from prison, daddy little girl is missing Thirteen when she started kissing, she came in late pops was flippin` Momma`s boy, sold his cracks, to be employed Not noticin` we caught in the trap, to be destroyed Lookin` out of cab window, same babies in the carriage, now sell indo Carry an info`, the sore losers can`t win, so they spread rumors Corrupt cops, either lock or shoot us We love the hood with a ghetto respect, Nat Turner The burner be the mind first amendment, say it, cuz I meant Don`t care about those who get offended We rock like Jimi Hendrix, me and my kindred Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt Team mates kick dirt, for CREAM and a network Your back`ll get stabbed for that cash money bag You ain`t a thug, with your chain, gun and doo-rag New car, new lab, powerful weed from just two drags You coughin` on oregano, be careful who you follow bro Someone to push your Bentley, but they ain`t ready though Someone to be an M.C., and on the radio Some sell yayo, it`s tricks in the ghettio Chick where my cash go? You just like the last hoe Bloomberg fucked up the crack flow, we let gats blow Twisted colors on our capsule, turn projects to castles You ever heard of the black Jews? You seen us on the five o`clock news [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Project Love: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/2675.html Все тексты песен: Hell Razah and 4th Disciple » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Take Ya Time » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Project Love » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Who Gonna Die Next » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Oh! Baby » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Angel Tears » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - One Harmony » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Way of Life » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - R.A.Z.A.H. » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - We the People » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Underground to Da Heavens » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - High Science » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Baby Girl » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Rebel Music » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - House-Pitality » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Article One » Hell Razah and 4th Disciple - Same Ol` Thugs Рекомендуем скачать: » Necrodemon - Chutulu Mytho » Nature - What You Know » Nirvana - Buffy`s Pregnant » New Howard - Boatrocker » Newsboys - spirit thing2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Noctuary - Black Bleeding Soul » Newsboys - Truth And Consequences (German) » Nikki Webster - Under The Southern Skies In A World Of H » Neneh Cherry - Twisted » Nylon Beat - Elm On Lyhyt » Next - All Because of You » Nirvana - mr moustache \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Neil Young - Will To Love » Nasty Savage - Instigator » No Question - Come Back Home » N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes) - Things Are Getting Better » Naglfar - 12th Rising » New Order - ICB » New Edition - You Dont Have to Worry » Nate Dogg - Music and Me
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