Текст (слова) песни: Prime Suspects f C-Murder - Of All Da Hustlers

[C-Murder talking]
Yeah nigga C-Murder in this muthafucka aka Bossalinie
Representin` wit my muthafuckin` niggas Prime Suspects
Glock, Uzi, New-9, huh, tellin` this muthafuckas about tha game
How a nigga chose coke, got locked up, went to tha muthafuckin` pen
Got out & balled nigga, straight muthafuckin` ball til we fall
Ya heard me, nigga peep game ya heard me, representin`

[Chorus: New-9 & C-Murder]
Outta all tha hustles in tha world, I chose coke
Caught a joce, locked up an I`m missin` my folks
free a soldier, Lord knows my pain burns deep
I`mma ball if I can touch them streets
[Repeat]

[C-Murder]
When I touch tha streets nigga, I`mma act a fool
I`m known for totin` semi automatic tools
I smoke joes on tha porch wit them O-G`s
They taught me how to turn coke to mo` cheese
An when a nigga locked up, he keep his mouth shut
Cause a snitch get his muthafuckin` box cut
An that`s tha code of tha street life
I tell a wanna be niggas get they muthafuckin` mind right
Cause all tha ballers & shot callers is targets
they runnin` from jackers, & crooked cops, & other drug lords
An I ain`t dyin` on tha street like a dog
I get `em fo` he get me, I ain`t runnin`, I`m killin` all of yall
Cause TRU muthafuckin` G`s gonna rise
I label him a bitch nigga, by tha fake look in his eyes
How many thugs wanna ride wit me
Cause I`mma ball til` I muthafuckin` fall when I touch tha street

Chorus:(2X)

[New-9]
Fucked up, caught a case gotta learn about life
Cause tha judge heart hurtin`, daughter smokin` tha pipe
Life in human hands, prosecutor paintin` an ugly picture
Off tha top Prime Suspects guilty til proven innocent
State appointed lawyer in my ear talkin` ten
Take it now or your headed for plenty time my friend
15 to 30 if ya take it to trail
An tha D-A ain`t lost in that section in a while
A rock in a hard place, smack dead in my face
On tha other side of tha game, were them people ain`t playin`
It`s rough fuckin` round wit these man made laws
But tha junkie boys had me makin` plenty paper
Now I`m sick wit a jones for that rotten ass world
Touch down today or tommorrow, find me slangin` that girl
But I`m sick like a vick chasin` after that high
See the red in my eyes, I`m feelin` like I`mma die

Chorus:(2X)

[Uzi]
Of all tha hustles in tha world I chose tha coke game
Packin` gats & sellin` crack was an everday thang
2 & a quarter they turn to 4 & half an now I sang slabs
Perhaps I can grab what I can grab & never dibble & dab
Half steppin` wit some fake niggas that just wasn`t in me
Weed, coke, dope, & money, shit I gotta have plenty
Forgive me for my sins Lord, even though I know it`s a shame
But I`m caught up in these worly thangs
An if you don`t, then ya considered lame
So I`m splittin` brains & caine, play it like nothin` I had to prove
I choose to do it for profit, cause if I don`t, then I lose
Uzi & Glock livin` witness to tha shit that Milli than did
Fuck a job so I rob & if it come I caught a bid
To many broad, H-O-D, hand on smoke, missin` my folks
But I ain`t trippin`, back at home was a house full of coke
Soon as my feet touch down I gotta get me some heat
Shit, Lord knows this time I`mma ball when I hit tha streets

Chorus:(3X)

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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: Prime Suspects f C-Murder - Of All Da Hustlers [C-Murder talking] Yeah nigga C-Murder in this muthafucka aka Bossalinie Representin` wit my muthafuckin` niggas Prime Suspects Glock, Uzi, New-9, huh, tellin` this muthafuckas about tha game How a nigga chose coke, got locked up, went to tha muthafuckin` pen Got out & balled nigga, straight muthafuckin` ball til we fall Ya heard me, nigga peep game ya heard me, representin` [Chorus: New-9 & C-Murder] Outta all tha hustles in tha world, I chose coke Caught a joce, locked up an I`m missin` my folks free a soldier, Lord knows my pain burns deep I`mma ball if I can touch them streets [Repeat] [C-Murder] When I touch tha streets nigga, I`mma act a fool I`m known for totin` semi automatic tools I smoke joes on tha porch wit them O-G`s They taught me how to turn coke to mo` cheese An when a nigga locked up, he keep his mouth shut Cause a snitch get his muthafuckin` box cut An that`s tha code of tha street life I tell a wanna be niggas get they muthafuckin` mind right Cause all tha ballers & shot callers is targets they runnin` from jackers, & crooked cops, & other drug lords An I ain`t dyin` on tha street like a dog I get `em fo` he get me, I ain`t runnin`, I`m killin` all of yall Cause TRU muthafuckin` G`s gonna rise I label him a bitch nigga, by tha fake look in his eyes How many thugs wanna ride wit me Cause I`mma ball til` I muthafuckin` fall when I touch tha street Chorus:(2X) [New-9] Fucked up, caught a case gotta learn about life Cause tha judge heart hurtin`, daughter smokin` tha pipe Life in human hands, prosecutor paintin` an ugly picture Off tha top Prime Suspects guilty til proven innocent State appointed lawyer in my ear talkin` ten Take it now or your headed for plenty time my friend 15 to 30 if ya take it to trail An tha D-A ain`t lost in that section in a while A rock in a hard place, smack dead in my face On tha other side of tha game, were them people ain`t playin` It`s rough fuckin` round wit these man made laws But tha junkie boys had me makin` plenty paper Now I`m sick wit a jones for that rotten ass world Touch down today or tommorrow, find me slangin` that girl But I`m sick like a vick chasin` after that high See the red in my eyes, I`m feelin` like I`mma die Chorus:(2X) [Uzi] Of all tha hustles in tha world I chose tha coke game Packin` gats & sellin` crack was an everday thang 2 & a quarter they turn to 4 & half an now I sang slabs Perhaps I can grab what I can grab & never dibble & dab Half steppin` wit some fake niggas that just wasn`t in me Weed, coke, dope, & money, shit I gotta have plenty Forgive me for my sins Lord, even though I know it`s a shame But I`m caught up in these worly thangs An if you don`t, then ya considered lame So I`m splittin` brains & caine, play it like nothin` I had to prove I choose to do it for profit, cause if I don`t, then I lose Uzi & Glock livin` witness to tha shit that Milli than did Fuck a job so I rob & if it come I caught a bid To many broad, H-O-D, hand on smoke, missin` my folks But I ain`t trippin`, back at home was a house full of coke Soon as my feet touch down I gotta get me some heat Shit, Lord knows this time I`mma ball when I hit tha streets Chorus:(3X) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Of All Da Hustlers: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/6897.html Все тексты песен: Prime Suspects f C-Murder » Prime Suspects f C-Murder - Of All Da Hustlers Рекомендуем скачать: » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Всё в огонь /песня царевны/ » Хабарова Кира - Ля-мур » Хромов Юра - МЫ НЕ ПРОЩАЕМСЯ » Хвостенко Алексей - Вальс-жалоба Солженицину » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - Курицин » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Почтовый поезд » Хвостенко Алексей - Прощание со степью » Хвостенко Алексей - Сучка с сумочкой » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я кричу » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Беспризорник » Хабарова Кира - Я не такая » Хромов Юра - ПОЙ, САКСОФОН ! » Хабарова Кира - На лоскутном одеяле » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - ChildHood » Хабарова Кира - Жить! » Хабарова Кира - Вышка » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - В последний раз » Хабарова Кира - Петербург » Хабарова Кира - Мальчик, синие глаза
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