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Charles Anazvour - Текст песни Whats Ya Life Worth?
[Bell]
 [whispers of Outlaw]
 [Fatal]- Yall muthafuccaz don't wanna die
 stop all that bull shit frontin' and all that talk
 a real nigga will pick the time, to go what
 Verse one
 Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy
 give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus
 on the floor spreadin', like diseases
 sippin' the Henny, who say cool lockin' the Semi
 Automatic, niggas jumpin' like acrobatics, when static erupts
 you stuck, wit no fuckin' bucket to piss in
 know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch
 name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it)
 it's like a midnight moon, from night to afternoon(noon)
 get cooked up, like coke in a spoon(spoon)
 protect your body from a ? shot, from my fuckin' shooty
 layin' it down, the road dog Hussein, Kadafi
 cuttin' ya ear to ear, fittin' these niggas head gear
 like I'm county bound, wilin' from to tear to tear
 shootin' and popluting, ya atmosphere
 wit crates and waste, waitin' through the fuckin' state
 tryin' come up in this world, cuz it's money to make
 laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground?
 so maybe six feet, will make the raps better
 Chorus [Fatal]
 Whats ya life worth? more then a beef
 when you got heat, and til scared of the streets
 how you gonna make it wit ya body, lost and cause
 wit cha soul, departin' slow, still shootin' for the stars
 Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin'
 wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin
 my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond
 if my blood stop pourin', I regulate like I was born (2x)
 Verse two
 What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em
 the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'emCharles Anazvour - Whats Ya Life Worth? - http://ru.motolyrics.com/charles-anazvour/whats-ya-life-worth-lyrics.html
 ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that melt that I came for
 in plus a muthafuckin' ounce and bounce
 cuz, I'm on that type of shit, nobody be knowin'
 alias Hussein, anybody look to strange I'm blowin'
 I got these thugs, and hotties knowin'
 haulin' ass, wit Daz, and money bags, 
 and the ass of the shooty showin', play the ?
 I bring the heat to ya street, like Al Pachino and
 Dinero, eliminate thirty muthafuccaz to zero
 watch me, streets is black hockey
 their's rules in the game, that's never let a cop top me
Chorus
 Verse three
 Back to back, doin' niggas like this
 when I get pissed, the hollow point slugs rip
 Thug Life, the type to swollow a bible
 I'm a swollow clips, follow this nozle of the mack
 so I don't miss, much hesitation, not nuff retaliation
 blame ya legislation, for puttin' me on probation
 allagations facin' the nation, so poor I'm in the basement
 ready for cold war, but I remain pateint
 my sustained, station, name takin'
 for my rocks steady, feel ya fuckin' brain shakin'
 makin' a switch, from tricks to rich
 clips to bricks, wit slow dipps
 turn in to dough hits, look at slowly, folded
 toted an broke click, you need a light? 
 I'm a type, that you can smoke dick
 rock a crew, down to ?
 like Makaveli, crack frames like Hussein
 jackin' planes, back to ?
 through the crack of the ice, I surface like a seal
 new rap without, practice, do the rap without nervousness and chill
 shot and spin I, wit you got is men I
 she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I
 rock fight pop hoes in ya retire, bullets scatter
 through ya crewshea, devils desire
Chorus 1/2










