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Bootleg - Текст песни Mama
Sometimes I feel like I've been infiltrated
 Mama told me I'm too related
 By niggas I'm often hated
 The reefer keeps me sedated
 I've waded through life's shadows
 Fighting personal battles
 Killin' snitches who tattle
 I slaughter bitches like cattle
 Placin' 'em on a hit list
 Never leaving a witness
 Only the real niggas will understand when I spit this
 Watch me handle my bidniss 
 In a Gambino fashion
 I kiss a fool when I kill 'em
 Homicide with a passion
 Now he's missing in action
 His body buried in Vegas
 Made niggas done paid us
 We kill for Mafia wages
 Read my murderous pages 
 Travel through different stages
 Discovering my descendants been homicidal for ages
 Proving death is contagious
 The reaper won't let 'em stop it
 Since it's comin' regardless, I might as well buck fo' profit
 Split with my glock and drop it
 Leaving his body bloated
 Left an ounce on the scene, now they figure dope was the motive
 Purchase plastic explosives
 Hook it to yo' ignition
 (?)Bury(?) on recognition
 Are found in the foetal position
 Killin' my competition
 Stimulates my ambition
 My mission's to look at fission'
 While cooking key's in my kitchen
((((Chorus)))) (Repeat 4 times)
 (Death Before Dishonesty)
 The penalty for crossin' me
 Is inside of me
 Using weapons I'm goin' at 'em
I refuse to loose the game, I play it like chess
 Mind full of strategies, street soldiers get put to rest
 Crossing enemy lines, to find specific pushes
 I'm a paid ghetto mercenary walkin' through ambushes
 Confusing opponents
 Escaping traps like Whoodini
 Show 'em that a G can lead an army like Musalini
 Foreign minister signing an order that I should be captured
 Then they found the fool assassinated just moments after
 See my objective, is to conquer the whole regimeBootleg - Mama - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bootleg/mama-lyrics.html
 And take the art of terrorism to the fullest extreme
 Spies from other nations
 Sharing their information
 Using Pit Bulls to implement interrogation
 Government regulations
 Killin's my occupation
 Federal judges murdered wit' blood from AIDS patients
 Biological weapons
 Play at your own risk
 A mind full of terror
 Your nuttiest scientist
 Do you wanna ride with me?
 Come and ride to the other side
 Keepin' yo' grip up in the air as I guide you
 Buckin' on motherfuckers 
 Me and my pistol; best friends wippin' on you suckers
((((CHORUS)))) (4 times)
 Live and die for money, I hustle 'till the sirens come
 Slangin' ounces out of my weight houses
 Drinkin' 2 for 1's
 Plenty guns
 Hoes makin' runs to get cooking utensils
 My credentials a glock automatic stamped with my initials
 Nickel plated pistols for workers slangin' yay-yo for me
 Brought 'em all down from a different town
 Don't none of my workers know me
 If you owe me and livin' cozy, be prepared to enter
 Your daughters school and find her missin' from the day-care center
 How can you murder a killa'? 
 I refuse to die
 Niggas be plotting and scheming 
 On my drug supply
 Witness a murder recital
 Flippin' murderous pages
 Rippin' out organs that's vital
 With killa' 12 gauges
 How can you murder a demon, whose heart never skips a beat?
 You better wake up, you dreamin', come see me where the gangsters meet
 Nothing can save you from loosing all that you've come to cherish
 So be prepared to go, yo, it's time to perish
 Chemicals alter my brain
 When I drain it's strange
 Some say the game can make you change when you havin' thangs
 I'm a G You a G
 So fo' you and me
 Before they take us off this Earth
 It's Death Before Dishonesty
 ((((CHORUS)))) (4 times)
 Bootleg Mama















