Life Story — текст песни (Black Rob f G-Dep, Marc Curry, Mase, Puf)

Verse One: Puffy
When night falls, that`s when it all begins
Be prepared we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend ya`ll bring your arms
This is no false alarm
They want to do us harm
Like I`m nervous, live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It`s all about niggas that doubt our reputation
Start`n conflict and don`t know what they facing
Want twist us all in there black magic
? suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are u ready, don`t sleep on them
Ain`t petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy
Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers, that`s hard to beat
Till the other side retreats
Under six feet beneath
C`mon

Verse Two: Mark Curry
I told u that is a saw I wore
I`m a kill
When the rebel yells song that don`t stop till
It`s done, see I got guns and I m sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist
?,Won`t cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I`ll be damned if I miss
A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I`m threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle`s fossils and crazed right
A rude awakening and but now I`m alert
And that`s right down my line of work
The whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat
Ahh
Chorus:
Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I`m for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Niggas gone fall out
The got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I`m for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh

Verse Three: Black Rob
Yo,
You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What`s this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
I want ya`ll dues,
Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food
Time up in the new
Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn`t here the news five slayin the law
Man, how I don`t want do these catz
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain`t a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who`s next, to get hit by firepower that`s so raw
Go play 4-4`s ready for war

Verse Four: Mase
All out, what what,
Wanna blow, what what
Teamsters what what
Mother Fucker
>From Monday to Sunday, it`s all about the money
Nigga ain`t got mine, I guarantee I`m gun play
Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
Bitch I`m in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don`t be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that why the fuck I need school
M-A dollar sign E rules
Hundred G jewels,
Vacate places you don`t even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up
If you got coke way up, Got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
Cause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I live
Comin back and getting you and your kids

Chorus



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