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Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'So much to say, so little timeFor the hood that I prayHaters I spit you die; slow; die; slowWash my hands in some in-scent smokePull a leaf off a treeFlip it over nothing innocent thoughCity split it over to meHennessey spilling over tenements of QBIt's real or more a dayPlenty of ways to diePlenty of ways to survivePlenty of ways gettin' highStraight sip the innocent kindAnd the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquetsUndercovers with heat in their slumber jacketsGovernment badges and colored stripe bracketsG's sittin' pretty like cash and (???)Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer AlaSwaying in and out, above and beyondThe humidity, really got me jitteryCold like a barrel of iceDark shadows of lifeI put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-dittoWhat son say, you still knowSongtexteI catch a chill flowing through my templeIt's real simpleGood faith, common sense, six-triple in the mixDippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click!(Chorus)For the thuns, each one to each one son Street life is all I knowWays to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you Warfare is when you goFor the cash 'cause I reach for them... reach for them Street life is all I knowFull bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories Warfare is when you go[Hostyle]Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa?No masa; tu eres no problema¿Cliente hah?Drama with dada is dangerousBang with anguish; Flame with a touchDeranged ain't enoughGunpowder laying on my cuffCall my bluff The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-roundThe beats don't stop; multiply various roundsOf hard knock, bar locked gatesThese are the brakesFamily ties without a traceOld G's...??? With sheets of casper tokePremeditated plans later datedHaters waited with iron plated heatDesigned, made miraculously dated in deep memorySo...keep countin' dollarsKeep mine moving scholars of rapWith a lot of gats; holla' back!(Chorus)You'll win by all meansStruggle for the creamHustle by ways of beingDon't let prophecy endDon't let the Po-Po knock me againDon't let the 'nine' cock freely in sinMissiles through your flesh tissue... military issueGuess you understand the risk you takeDissed you on your forehead snakeMore dead weightPitch fork love; It's for coke thugsBitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin'Watch you say I hold against you in the court of lawGun firing; wall to wall(???) closed from burn holesFires turned on my stone... Fuck That!'cause I gotta eat; pockets so swolledFrom reasons of livin'The breath I'm givin'All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby!(Chorus) Aus Songtexte Mania