Текст песни Sooner or Later

Intro

I know that sooner (sooner)
Or later (or later)
I'm going to meet my maker.

Verse 1-Lloyd Banks

I never thought that in the beginning/
I would see his fall in the end/
Pay a man to paint pictures/
On the wall of my friends/
1990's sins/It was all for the ends/
Ends for the rims/Rims for the Benz/
Benz fo' tha skinz/
For you talk bout money/
Make a Mill first/
You don't dig me/Sick me/
Either kill me/Or get killed worse/
Your songs in need of a real verse/
Son of the man/
God feel me like he feel church/
Then right after speech time/
It's sparkin' the street crime/
Ni**az throwin' everything at you/
Cept' a peace sign/
Live by the gun/Die by the gun/
Till' my time come/Im'a spend time witcha son/
I could just see them sad/When they remind you of them/
Them woulda did the same thing/We confined to the slum/
And those that don't adapt/they either blind deaf or dumb/
Spine of a squirrel/Mind of a girl set to run.

Chorus-Lloyd Banks (Female Sample)
Why run ni**a/
It's gon cost/
Its gon come ni**a/
but till' the day it does/
Im'a hold my shit down/
Take it in blood/
Outsiders get no love/

Verse 2-Raekwon
Fishin' in a swamp in a desert/ Lizard sweater/
Half a billy a five/ 2 macs in da ride/
They call him Coke-Komo/
Co-signed by kings in the rich homo/
Made me 3 mil in a month/ Pockets mumped/
Ferrari still by tha projects buildin'/
Real dot tech ill/
They dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo/Lloyd Banks - Sooner or Later - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/sooner-or-later-lyrics.html
Steak'll take meetings/Beefin' too much dough - the legion/
Bat in my hand - the sweet eastern
Losin' money fellas, we won't have that
Better grab that, or don't come back
Or get clap at (Clabat)
Me and my bitches in tha kitchen
One sucking dick
I paid to have shot and sent to the brinxton
Dogs eatin' calamari
Coke in a larrari's jar
Never broke, hardly rob
Eat with the godly's god
Get wit the gods or get wit the mob
From Shalom to queens
We wild wit the beams

Chorus

Verse 3-Lloyd Banks

Don't blame me/
Blame South Side/
That's what made me my - crazy high/
But I'll spot a traitor out my lazy eye - ladies spy/
I'm the one you wanna have that baby by - maybe I'm/
Better of alone/Keeps me in my zone/
Nights roam/
White patron/
GT in my chrome/
Alien phone home/
ET in my throne/
I achieved what they wanted/
ease into they stomach/
When you broke time slow/
But ya weeks are numbered/
And bad news keeps you weak and numb/
Like when i lost my old man/
Damn near threw up the whole weekend son/
I shoulda listened/
Friends turned foe/
The toast so the fo' fo'/
will make a ni**a run like Ocho-/
Cinco on my mink hoe/
I'm the protégé of pimpin'/
Livin' for the sippin'/
now that they rolled away to Clinton/
Marijuana shippin'/
Champagne, lobster, shrimpin'/
Game trained not to listin'/
Maintain pop the clip in?