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Killah Priest - Текст песни Live By The Gun
Hook: [Sauldin]
Live by the gun, die by the 4-pound (x7)
 [Killah Priest]
 I see demons in the atmosphere
 Gats appear out of nowhere
 Bloods and Crips, we thuggin it
 Niggas be lovin that shit
 Bustin they guns at that shit
 Look at shorty over there
 On the street corner, pack a heat on her
 Better warn 'em, about to be dead soon
 I saw the sign in the red moon
 Got me shakin in my bedroom
 Nervous, what's our purpose?
 So many churches
 Ask a reverend, do black kids go to Heaven?
 Pack a gat for armageddon
 Mac-11's, nowhere I'm headin
 Sellin cracks in seven's
 BC, LK, neatha
 >From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy
 Got my moma on her knees by the bedside
 Man won't fair with a suit and a necktie
Chorus: [Sauldin]
 Fallin from Heaven and Hell, spendin our days
 askin for Christ, to come and change our ways
 It's cold in the night, chasin the night...
 Oh, father forgive us for what we've done
 [?]
 Minds flippin, gotta focus
 But to think I was
 in and out when I wrote this
 but my boom over rates people that's hopeless, copeless
 Things seem like they never change, strange, damn
 Like the night thang, pain inflictin my brain
 Damn, man, try to maintain
 My, my, my composure puffin on dolja
 Feels like the heart gettin colder
 Black Priest from soldier, knows yaKillah Priest - Live By The Gun - http://ru.motolyrics.com/killah-priest/live-by-the-gun-lyrics.html
 Part, then I fold ya, hold ya
 If you choose to bang wit me, hang wit me
 do ya thang wit me
 but I see angel seeds flyin thru my mind
 Cryin doin my time
 [Baracus]
 If all those forgive me for what I've done
 Live by the gun, die by the gun
 Screamin "bloody murder"
 Mo' murder, mo' murder, red rum, red rum
 My stun like Cofey
 You don't know my, I'm an O.G.
 Try to pop me, I'ma pop you
 Weddin day bitch, weddin die too
Chorus
 [St. Nickolas]
 North, South, Mid-West, West, East Coast
 Wherever goin, keep the heat close
 Got some .45 slugs, make a nigga eat those
 If not, leave a nigga with some dead holes
 Throw his body in a deep hole
 Never fuck with no creep, oh
 Rose Cartel starrin the street show
 Finally layin back, shittin in a E-4
 20, between the bread and the trunk
 Hand on the pump
 Ready to dump on any man for a lump
 Actin like a bitch, is you a man or a chump?
 Many niggas stand in the quicksand and they sunk
 Nicky Bomb, Rose Cartel, Killah Priest
 Masada rolls thru the streets of the Middle East
 Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast
 Swingin the double-edged sword when we slay the beast
 What? What?
Chorus
Hook (x7)
[Sauldin] Father forgive us...
















