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Clayton Bob - Текст песни Life in the Metro
[The Kaze]
 1 - We shootin' to kill, nigga
 We shootin' to kill, nigga
 Ain't no fuckin' warning shots
 When you come around here nigga
 All the things that I got, yo
 Is shit I worked hard for
 Life in the metro's so cold
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 [Gangsta Boo]
 I'm on some other type shit
 I'm on some crazy ass shit
 I'm on some fuck with me bitch
 I'm on some get your ass kicked
 It's not the power of Miss
 The work of secret politics
 (The rumor's turned to an arena)
 Between the old and new bitch
 I think ?? that don't move to ??
 Society has been the education of ?
 Movin' up the escalator
 Risin' to the fuckin' top
 Party on, don't stop
 In the air, super hot
 Ya better beware
 What we believe is what we share
 To get rumblin' like the Bronx
 Like the Chinese folks was there
 I'm fuckin' live that is ?believe well?
 It's known to be the truth
 It's ? of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga?
 Who's fuckin' side you think y'all on when shit pops off?
 Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off
 With a fuckin' sawed off
 Project told you once before
 Workin' to ensure my victory
 For my side ho
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 [The Kaze]
 I'm in this world with no one to turn to
 I'm livin' kinda thuggish
 Thinkin' crooked, just to come up
 You see this fuckin' world
 And ? is without the beat
 So I kick it by my lonely
 This real G, to make my riches
 Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses
 I'm takin' losses
 Cuz ?? resurrect from all this player hationClayton Bob - Life in the Metro - http://ru.motolyrics.com/clayton-bob/life-in-the-metro-lyrics.html
 You see my nation is mass destruction
 And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls
 And it's so bad because I know
 Oh they done clickin' with the quickness
 Because this system is makin' hard
 How else can I make a livin'
 And then my children
 I'm thinkin' deeply
 With wealth, it be a better future
 It ain't our fault that our enemies bleed
 When I'm smokin' weed
 It entoxes me
 ?? what I do to all you fake ass G's, so please
 Don't go rubbin', ?? gonna make me
 Get right down crazy
 This city has got me pacin'
 And I can't take it
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 I'm thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow
 I'm filled with drama
 When I lose my soul, the ? those 3 numbers
 You wonder what's really real
 When fuckin' with G's like mack
 Pop-pop from the glock
 Curiousity killed the cat
 Bust it, we down for whatever
 Whenever, what nigga, think you clever?
 My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath
 Death and stormy weather
 It's thunderin' and lightening
 Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies
 I'm runnin' up on the scene
 ??? up in a Farrari
 I'm sorry, it's killin' season
 Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse
 The last days we lit 'em
 It ain't no time to get sloppy
 Standin' strong, holdin' on
 Competition can't stop it
 To all my foes, I let you know
 I keep that 9 in my pocket
 I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse
 The result from all the ?
 All was left was dead souls
 To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible
 I sustain, in this game
 A mack for life, I'm out this thang, man
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