The Wild Life (feat. Prospect, Xzibit) - текст песни
The Wild Life (feat. Prospect, Xzibit)
[Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit! Shout to my homies out west The hoo-bangers! Mack Deezy for Sheezy All my niggas in the Bronx Holdin them corners down Ya heard? Get it right!
[Verse 1: Fat Joe] Joe cracks back, been a long time comin No mean to disrespect but a lot of ya'lls frontin Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas Flex drop bombs but you seem to overlook niggas We the nicest in the game, even lifers know the name Throwin blows like Tyson when he rained Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stocked Generate mil's so I can buy back my old block It's like the rap games far from the crack game Niggas is mad lane (How come?) They act tame You can tell from my scars life is hard Shot down in broad day life in front of my Mom's And the feds never give up, they tryin to kill us I'm stressed drinkin (?)tearin my liver Livin my life like I dont care I'm out to take the throne My mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it home The streets is funny peeps'll kill you Over piece of money, 'specially if you sleepin And dont keep it gully, I'm from the bronx Home of niggas that'll stalk you senseless Dont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this
Its the wild life, niggas done lost they mind Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine But could you blame them? Niggas is brought up with anger Pops in jail, Moms get tossed up on stangers
[Prospect] Yo its the wild life Where peeps takin life for keeps Yo its the wild life We all brawlin, fight to eat The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C Some of them on they back lookin up Like "Yo, why me?"
[Verse 2: Prospect] I never really had a pops But who the fucks to blame He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name And he's my game, cuz I'm the type To leak your frame, give you a slap With the cast, you can meet my pain Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know I aint a killer but I still might clap At shooters, you for real here Niggas be followin with steps I made my own moves, so the tokers Could swallow they breath Acknowledge the best, and do what I did Like I'm blessed, 7 days in a coma This is life after death I'm in it to win, ya heard? From beginning to end, you could get shot Even though you once considered a friend Sometimes my minds driven to win
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