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Masta Killa - Текст песни Whatever
"I think of sometime" - sample repeated throughout the song
 [Intro: Streetlife]
 I see him... Killa... blast on 'em, never
 Yo..
 [Streetlife]
 I got the drop on you, don't flinch
 Pop niggaz like John Lynch
 Leave niggaz in they own stench
 I'mma light drinker, heavy smoker
 Known for duckin' show promoters
 Pass the money, over, my whole crew is ex-cons
 Be alarmed, when you hear the *err-urrrrr*
 It's on, Silverback niggaz under the stairs
 When we link up, we travel in pairs
 Ya'll niggaz best to beware of the most thoroughest
 Cover all aspects, four corners
 You can't creep up on us
 I'm takin' one for the team, deal me in
 And when the smoke clears, do it again
 This ain't a side show, you can die slow
 There's no I in team, we all ride... yo!
 The Masta brought the ceremony, this is my testament
 Homicide Housing, that's what I represent
 [Prodigal Sunn]
 Criminal gun play, chemical dream to P.J.'s
 Last raid, another fed paid, bed rum: Sunday
 The world dyin' for the love of money
 Expensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaine
 Condition the brain, children in strain, as I look back
 Memory lane, civil and plain, it be in fame
 A major part of the game, chemistry grain
 Foolish kids ran when I cameMasta Killa - Whatever - http://ru.motolyrics.com/masta-killa/whatever-lyrics.html
 Forty acres, five percent of terrain
 Spark right through my vein tunnel, aim through this jungle of rain
 A lot of haters wanna see us hang
 But watch me bang as in Eagle/Crane
 Step back, shatter your frame
 Another victim in the system where he barely sustained
 Forkin' in, I sold a million way, his first campaign
 Sippin' rosemary cherry champagne, nigga
 The young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst'
 Talk with a lisp, then I be top of your list
 [Chorus: Streetlife]
 We all in this together, forever and ever
 Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah
 We all in this together, forever and ever
 Down for whatever, whenever
 [Masta Killa]
 Check the Words from the Genius, that was written in pen
 Murder gloves, hide the fingerprint, but never the sin
 Ghetto prophet that's born to quote
 Got the crimies, behind me, with the face on stroke
 Don't provoke, trust son, that thing bust, and we roll dangerous
 Who can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrust
 Yo, don't miss the lead vocalist, terrorist
 Wu-Tang, a pure danger, the God hold a fort
 Teach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping ground
 We hold courts in the streets of New York
 Snort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fire
 Cut the mic wire, hit a love ballad note
 Pen stroke, beautiful quote, for you to deep throat
 Ghetto life had to rough up in the housing
 They only make 'em us, every twenty five thousand
[Chorus]











