Текст песни On The Other Side

I spy with my little eye

A murderer, a murderer

So long the ratchet in the streets

You never heard of her, streets you never heard of her

These are the people who are trying hard to slip over,

tryin' hard to slip over

We're sailing always sailing in the sea of years go by

I know I know I know I came a long way

Oh yeah with from my heart knock all day

I kill a killed with a spitter 9 mm on my hip with the debt

Then sign me a dealer

Had it hard so you been a nigga cry me a river

'Cause I'm from the piss and life's grind me his liver

I mean it's spitter then brooder then fruit her

Then I'm really little

Got a brother and a sister and I'm in the middle

Mother tryin' to figure out how to we me a dinner

Then I had a piece of bread for my little nigga

'Cause he waiting outside

Too shy to ask and too young to die

Too weak to rob and too good to lie

Two years go by, he a killer

Pissed up high the pillar then he go to work

Monkey see monkey do grow the gorilla

So he turn another wife into a widow

Which turned another son into a bidder

Root of all evil it's all lethal

Injection without interjecting for people

Fall back but ain't no kush around here

This is my block call a cock block

'Cause ain't no pussy round here

He's a hard head and a pot head

If he'll keep it up he'll be a chop head

But he heard his voice in the future instead

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If even small it seem so high

It's just a wall I made it on the other side

And I won't let you slide

Love won't break I'll catch you on the other side

Metsie metsie for all my blessings in the murk seat

'Cause sometimes it could've gotten messy

Like if my shot came and left me

Still acting willin' dumb and thirsty

Still saying come and test me

Still selling crack by young ol Wesley

And low wage cops can still can arrest me

That's just not sexy

I know you feel it who would've thought

I would go four wheelin' in Morocco

With a fine dime I brought from Stockholm

Take it from a war child never enlisted

Life is twisted like

I'm not the only one Lenin said

Chapman is here, but Lenin's dead

If even small it seem so high

It's just a wall I made it on the other side

And I won't let you slide

Love won't break I'll catch you on the other side

Don't let me go astray

'Cause I am afraid

I need your strength

So I won't be afraid

I spy with my little eye

A murderer, a murderer

So long the ratchet in the streets

You never heard of her, streets you never heard of her

These are the people who are trying hard to slip over,tryin' hard to slip over

We're sailing always sailing in the sea of years go by

In the sea of years go by