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Raekwon - Текст песни Time Will Tell
[Styles P]D-Block! I ain't Cam, but it's muthafucking Killa Season
 Homey's dying over ignorant nigga reasons
 Know the home fried, lotta egos
 Hoodrat bitch that be digging a nigga steelo
 Hood got kilos, making them niggas evil
 Never bring guns to the court, when they B-Ball
 I don't play around with them suckers, I'm a G, ya'll
 Standing on the tip of the block, I'mma see ya'll
 Wanna know the price of a verse, I got the fee, ya'll
 I tell you how much, coming through like the army do
 Army suits, all big coupes with Armani suits
 I got the lows on, and the toast on
 Me, two guns and a knife, form Voltron
 Oatmeal, PBJ, getting my bulk on
 Sacrificing most of you rappers, getting my coke on
 Electrifying all of you niggas, getting my votes on
 [Chorus: Raekwon]Aiyo, yo, from every palace in the hood
 To every child that's in the hood, it ain't no deers around here
 But it's all good, my metal niggas, forever rebel niggas
 Never ever rebel, just only time telling niggas
 Wake up 'fore niggas eat youRaekwon - Time Will Tell - http://ru.motolyrics.com/raekwon/time-will-tell-lyrics.html
 It's only matter of time, when them nines come out to meet you
 Yo, don't be alone when we roaming, like cell phones, homey
 Cuz when they hungry, it's another story, run for me
 [Styles P]I'm back like retro kicks, and I'm saucy
 Your brain can get left on some pesto shit
 I need a Pablo Esco' flip, and I'm the Phantom
 Listean real close, you hear the echos spit
 I'm a wolf, you run around on some gecko shit
 Kick in the door of the shit, wasn't left for bent
 I kill the best now, tell me who the rest gon' get
 Not a damn one, the handgun, is right on the waist
 Whether you ugly or you handsome, I'm right in your face
 You can run, I get excited from the flight of the chase
 Little chimp, why don't you try to spend a night with the apes
 I get higher than the flight outerspace, where I'm from
 I seen alotta niggas die or get indicted for base
 Get weight, a little cake try to buy them a place
 Either raw, ain't safes on, firing eight
 And mine, nigga, I don't fire 'em straight, feel me
[Chorus]










