Текст песни Savage Life

[Sample] Niggas are lovers, Are lovers, Are lovers Niggas loved to hear Malcolm X But they didn't love Malcolm Niggas love everything but themselves But I'm a lover too, Yep, I'm a lover too I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas Because niggas are me, And I should only love that which is me I love to see niggas go through changes Love to see niggas act Love to see niggas make them plays and shoot the shit But there is one thing about niggas I do not love Niggas are scared of loving themselves [Intro: Cappadonna] Let's go, Yeah, That's what I'm talking about Everybody put your blunt in the air like this Yeah, Uhh huh, Uhh huh, Yeah New York in the building Throw it up for all my dogs in there Murderland in the building, Let's go, Come on [Cappadonna] I emerge from the womb then I snatch the globe Throw darts for a living, Never sold my soul These rhymes that I'm making is the top of the line I seek knowledge, Study the ways of mankind I scope clubs out see what a savage's like Then I come back, I'm living in a savage life To animals my words be the words of Christ The unordinary life, Sensational with it In the hood with yall for real you know how I did it Drop bread on your bird head, Illegal wips Eat four legged beast, Take illegal trips And I can't quit now son you must be silly I aint stunt'n on hoes but they wet my willy Yeah, Creep with me my nigga Tie your joint on, For real conceal your face an all that [Chorus 2X: Cappadonna] You wanna see what a savage like But we're living in a savage life They just wanna stomp your life Niggas wanna stomp your eyes [Cappadonna] Yo, I live a life on the street like stray dogs and mutts Nigga's face filled up with stitches and cuts But I love my hood though even the crack head's fiend We doing a bid here, My projects is mean Black Buddha shop or a big fat Doreen Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads Solomon Childs my dun-breed, Love spread through my hood-ohh Twelve for the pound kid, Three for the id-ohl Pop the trunk of the Pinto, He been slow Came back with the hid-i-dro Snatch pocket books, Hustle for dough Big Don from Dirty Island Scrape you off the ground something violent Don't even dream of Don being in the mainstream Go savage in the hood for CREAM [Chorus] [Cappadonna] We got the hustle game on lock, Let's go get dough In the ghetto it's mad blow and crime going on We don't mow lawns, Might take it nice Where I come from be the slums of Shaolin Mothers are crying, Young brothers dying Some of yall people relying on religion I'm in the hood like a pigeon, Christ has risen I sold drugs for a living, I was locked down for Thanksgiving Times are still hard, Dogs in the junkyard Alcoholics, Butchers, Crack heads, Fuck TNT, Fuck the feds I'd rather die with my gat, Fucking a bitch and getting high Far all the times that I couldn't cry All I wanted was a picture of me lounging in the Vibe Two cribs, Two chicks, Big brick on my side A nigga get savage when he gotta survive [Chorus]Cappadonna - Savage Life - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cappadonna/savage-life-lyrics.html