Deniro Farrar - This Is It - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

20.12.2012

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[Intro: Deniro Farrar] Cliff of Death nigga Life or death nigga If you have a silver spoon then we are not the same I'm a product of the drug game [Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] 16 years old I was on the block Fuck a education I was selling rocks Seventeen I bought a AK-47 Then they killed my nigga Corey hope he up in heaven Just a nigga with a dream tryna make it rappen Addicted to the drug money tryna make it trappen Wet work to the dry set it in a napkin Lost niggas in the system don't know how it happened Pockets got fat now I'm paying rent At my momma crib stashed my pistol in the vent She said a hard head make a soft ass I don't give a fuck I'm rolling blunts and skipping class Eighteen years old caught my first charge Late night on the block hanging with my boys I ain't have a childhood,never played with toys Momma did all she could but I made the choice I'm a hustler [Hook: Child Actor] Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah [Verse 2: Deniro Farrar] I was nineteen working with a whole peak Never had a daddy so a nigga ran the streets Hit licks with some niggas did some B&E's But they stand me in the back for the fucking cheese Caught some cases now I'm stressing about them lawyer fees Tryed to work with them crackers but they lawyer me Got the surge,ran right back to the streets Pledge allegiance to the game with my loyalty Greedy for the money ain't nobody shorting me Bitch I'm broke so why the fuck he extorting me? Problem child momma wishes she aborted me Tears running down her eyes while they cuffing me Just a nigga with a record they'll love to see Not amount to shit what a damn shame If you have a silver spoon we are not the same I'm a product of the struggle and the dope game [Hook] [Verse 3: Deniro Farrar] My nigga I ain't tryna tell you what to do But if you out here in these streets and you making moves Trust none and make sure your on your p's & q's Watch them niggas that you serve,gotta pick and choose All money ain't good that's a lose-lose Don't be petty out here hustling for no tennis shoes Don't be fronting all your work when the rent due And if you keep coming short that's an issue Watch what your saying homie cause your line tapped Serving work out your crib get your kidnapped Don't you ever give a nigga an unloaded strap Seen a nigga take his closest homie off the map My nigga I'm just telling you what I done seen Can't sleep cause I keep having bad dreams Everywhere I go its like a gotta watch my back Paranoid don't go nowhere without the mac [Hook] [Outro: Child Actor] Said you always saw it
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