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It gave me no release to hope for peace, we postal now Over East, corroded sheet metal, my toe just found He let it go, brodie left the heat on the coldest ground To wrap around the wound unwound I poured the bruise blood into the sound (And let some of the bruise blood come out) Stole the crown, grew out of poster child Serve a few once I stir the stew on the stovе around If you hit the county, you better hold it down Grab thе bounty, left him on Downey, screamin' on the ground Cup runnin' over, son of Ramona, her poster child The coast is clear, they wanna act La Cosa Nostra now When we was there, they toned it down, how I'm supposed to smile? When cheese attract the rats, police attachin' facts They ain't PC, they just trustees, I had to laugh at that We never talk, just B-boy pose, parolin' back to back Soon as I clap, they scat, I been with all that jazz I throw the pill like Uncle Phil, revolver hold McNabbs They tryna hold me back Holyfield when I go to him, talk Ayy, bro, you know I'm not involved We eagles on attack, big dog Talons full of snacks, I couldn't kiss away my last Gave all I had I gave the mistletoe a tag SongtexteI know his clique'll crash, my bro gon' rinse his filthy hands Show 'em what you got and I can't promise he won't pilfer that Slow your roll, I promise you not built for that Little man, I'm eatin', I don't fast Shady business in the black Please observe the gone and dead Tell 'em save a spot for them The kid lost his collar then Death be scraped up off all the chips And left a trail of frowning faces and shakin' powdered wigs Tell 'em blame it on my wrist, it's steady as a scalpel's Tell 'em I'ma face a thousand spliffs The test of faith, I passed the quiz With flyin' colors, then rubbed the vase, I had a wish Magic man, find the funds to allocate and I'll appear Takin' numbers Death parade around, it's grim, but he ain't take me under Trauma from the thickest, niggas made it out of jams In the mix, stay at attention We global Gallivantin', gloatin' Back to back with croski Fuck 'em and they parents and the parasites they hostin' You know you know me Glock 32, I shoot like both the Kobes Pop it when I'm lonely At the seams, throwin' twenties on her back like she Ginóbili You fuckin' on the homies Okay Actually, what, what is the message you want to give, to transmit to the public, to your listeners? Well, I always feel that even though one is an artist That we are first human beings and we live in the same world as any other person So that we as artists should never close our eyes to what is happening around us And the songs that I sing are just about my everyday life And, uh, the things I say are those things that have affected my life Aus Songtexte Mania