Превод: Злодей. Street Life.
yeah nigga Fiend nigga Nineteen nigga nigga nigga what Me and Mr. Magic in this motherfucker And let yall know we done been thru it all [verse 1: Fiend
[Fiend] Uh huh. That's them there. That's them there. [Fiend/Skull Duggery] I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak
Boy you done fucked up now Boy ..... [Fiend] All I know you better duck when I blast run when I pass (and get somewhere) Come up with my cash I'ma up
[talking] I know, I know two wrongs don't make a right But, sometimes niggas be tripping, knowI'msaying [Fiend] That dirty thing went pow, all I could
ghetto stars Bet your real ward if you fuckin hears people Sensitive dicks make the game so lethal Sequals ain't never heard ain't no sequals on the streets
ran the streets with thuggish niggas, Packin plenty heat Riding like dirty coroners, niggas like that keep me on my feet My little cousin doin life with
of thousand in grams [Verse two:] My brother and cousin got a plan Look, that dope ain't got touch my hands But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life
(whomp) The life I live some niggas are scared to walk it So I talk it like I bring it Bring it like I talk it (whomp) The life I live some niggas are
out faces screaming out gimme that You wanna get it back, to the streets ain't no such thangs as lend me that Cause where I'm from, these streets is
[Fiend] He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running I wish he would have came with me to London I never knocked his hustle
Man come on girl, you know we tryin to do something. You gonna get it on before I train set' here? (Hey hey Fiend, c'mon man. They got some more over
ask him, is life suppose to be this hard Cause the true fears, I know he care for me Just wanna know, if there's a place up there for me [Fiend] At
of dem' nights you, you know fuck it if ya'll don't never hear nothing again from me you know it was said here right over here My people screamed for revenge So Fiend
favorite word is strategic destined to make the disbelieve believe Our street teaching if I die you know I O-D'd it Ghetto nigga receive it when I FedEx and release it Fiend
[Guy:] Bitch! Who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga, who dat' nigga Turn him up on the mic [Verse one:] Who was born to rowdy, be bout my dottie, thinking
player don't sleep The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends
