Текст песни Nas - Every Ghetto (feat. Blitz) (bonus track)

Stillmatic (Limited Edition)
Жанр: Rap / Hip-Hop / East Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Nas
Альбом: Stillmatic (Limited Edition)
Длительность: 03:29
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Uhh... yeah... uhh... [Verse 1: Nas] Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair His eyes were bloody while describin what lies before me Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order Shit is plastic material, havin' no life I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survive, cop a new five Circle the block where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters There's no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin the earth Watchin your own murder reoccur [Chorus: repeat 2X] For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust Greed and contempt, no street is exempt Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks Oil paintin pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggaz for the dime Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside In the ghetto with a million ways to die Stayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the game Exhalin guilt sin and shame, misery and strain What the fuck will tomorrow bring
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