Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts) — текст песни (Royce Da 5`9``)





(feat. Cha Cha, Ingrid Smalls)

[Royce Da 5`9"]
Yeah, my nigga we greater than friends
All we know is the beginnin, nobody controls the way that it ends
I got, the weight of the world on my shoulders
and one phone call can change it - make it fall `til I`m all caved in
My homie got shot and it`s not lookin good for him
No, this is not happenin, knock on wood for him
Speedin to the hospital cryin, askin God, "Why?"
I`m mashin, my car movin as fast as my mind
This is not happenin to me
My homie will not, and I repeat will NOT flatline on me
How can I explain this vividly to your moms
that this is behind entertainment? She won`t get it
All she understands is the boy that she raised just might
die in a hospital bed fightin for his life
I`m prayin, standin over you
Lookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin

[Chorus: Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)]
Don`t you go nowhere.. stay here with me
Cause if you leave meeee.. it hurrrrts so bad
(Death is certainly gon` catch you)
They can take me
(Whoever especially you will be left hurt)
I`ll take yo` place
(This is the cold, harshness of life)
(Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!)
Cause it hurrrrts so bad

[Royce Da 5`9"]
You tearin our team apart
Though time heals all of our wounds it`s still leavin a mark
I took it too far; the feelin
that`s hidden deep in my heart, comes out, when I look at the scar
And I can`t kill, nobody to get you back
Nigga that`s somethin that time can`t heal
While I`m sayin my grace
I`ll be lookin up at the sky, and tellin God that he`s makin a mistake
You can`t take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique
Lord please, double check yo` list
And if you get to his name and it`s a check beside it
Death comes in three`s, take me next
.. but don`t make me sweat, please
I won`t make it, I get restless speculatin
Sons should bury mothers
Every mother don`t wanna bury her son, they sayin

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Royce + Cha Cha]
Death is certainly gon` catch you
Whoever especially you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!

[Royce Da 5`9"]
(And) Death is not no option
I`m pullin money outta my pocket tryin to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo` baby
The way that you would treat yo` blood, I`ll pay!
As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are
Cause I be checkin ER everyday
I know we are a hairful - but doc
this ain`t one of them that came through shot that shoulda been careful
Cause no dude could bleed; the way his heart pumps
more than any patient that rode through that you seen
The reason that he`s my man
Cause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze my hand and he squeezes
.. so I tell him some things
Don`t let them machines help you breathe, don`t leave from receivin
`Round quarter to eight - his moms is sleepin
His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight (go straight)
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" He gon` tell you it`s too late
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" It`s too late

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Cha Cha] And death! [echoes]



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