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Tytuł: Last dayz

  • Wykonawca: Onyx
  • Wy¶wietleń: 311

  
   South suicide Queens....all niggaz
  gather up all your arms
  and get ready for this new world order
  shit is about to change-muther fucker
  
  Verse 1:
  
  I'm America's nightmare
  young black and just dont give a fuck
  I just want to get high and live it up
  so fuck in '95
  and why you tryin to slave us
  with minimum wages
  slammin my niggas up in cages
  changing their behaivors
  and spittin razors thats outraegeous
  smoking moaches is hopeless
  we want lazy sofas and sculptures
  lady chauffers who fuck us
  full house and royal flushes
  roll with the rush
  its the official nas
  got bitches with pistols and cash
  we living in the last
  my theory is "fuck it"
  sexy niggas get obducted
  my corrupted
  is conducted
  through ghettos
  sippin amaretto
  hand on the metal
  foot on the pedal
  never settle
  we wear Carolina Herrera
  dirty Donna Karan sweaters
  wrap over leathers and seudes
  gold plated guns and grenades
  to blow up
  I got news from the informers
  I'm trapped in corners
  bustin shots at Time-Warner
  
  Verse 2:
  
  hey yo
  My man big Todd
  he know how to get by
  he high
  threw a jinx
  then be fixed to be fly
  submit crossing up
  and downtown action
  and when he sticky keeper grip and move with traction
  keep mad alibies
  a plan to stay wise and wide eyed
  living in the state of south side
  crooked jakes
  and fakes snake
  niggas all out for papes
  oh who wanna over take and leave you with drapes
  the white sheet covers
  this heat smuthers the street
  eat brothers
  ten shots rang
  you got banged
  we all ready for these wars
  we all want more
  these the last days get yours
  
  [chorus]
  32 shots and certed the glocks
  you heard it for blocks
  the murdering guys
  convertible drops
  living life on the edge of dangerous
  where you living
  never giving a shit
  cause we living in it
  cause it be off the hook
  crooks crash
  cheeba spots
  and selling rocks
  the cops around the clock
  is hot
  living life on the edge of dangerous
  where you living
  never giving a shit
  cause we living in it
  
  Verse 3:
  
  Thinking about taking my own life
  I might as well
  'cept they might not sell weed in hell
  and thats where I'm going
  cause the devil's inside of me
  they make me rob from my own nationality
  its kind of ignorant
  but yo I gotta pay the rent
  so yeah, I'll stick a nigga most definite
  cause its generate
  if I get caught I'm innocent
  cause I dont leave no sticky finga prints
  for the cops
  they only good if they dead
  all that badge and that gun shit be going to they head
  to make bread I gotta steal for sport
  so I stole the show and sell some pennies for my thoughts
  and if this fucking rap shit dont pay
  I'ma start selling drugs around my way
  killin my own people in the USG
  shit they gonna get it from somebody
  I'd rather it be me
  besides...you cant tax dirty money
  and you cant trust nobody (nobody)
  no one (no one)
  I'm the scorpion
  and I'll probably bite the bullet
  cause I live by the gun
  
  we came to hear these 25 to life niggas who just came out
  and pull flame out
  take aim
  blow your brains out
  its life on the edge of dangerous
  where you living
  never giving a shit
  cause we living in it
  in South suicide Queens where niggaz act up
  nigga back up
  official nas-throw your fucking gats up
  its life on the edge of dangerous
  where you living
  never giving a shit
  cause we living in it
  we never giving a shit
  cause we living in it
  official nas mother fuckers dont give a shit
  word up