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Rui Da Silva F/ Cassandra - Текст песни Live From the P.J.'s
[sample]
 One two, one two, one two, one two
 So you wanna start up, what we gonna tear shit up?
 I said let the turntables talk for me at first
 And then I should finish the rest
 [Hook 2X: Ghostface Killah]
 Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
 Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
 Theodore Deini, Deini, Deini, Deini (say what)
 Deeeeeeeeeeeeeee
 [Intro: Ghostface Killah]
 Aiyo, what up? Aiyo, what's poppin' and shit
 Yo, this your man, Ghost Deini and shit, Trife Diesel on the side
 Money Come First, Theodore Unit, aiyo, son blind these niggaz
 Throw bleachin'
 [Trife Da God]
 Aiyo, aiyo, what's poppin' out in Stapleton Park, hoppin' the V's
 Call Ghost, special invited host, bring through the seeds
 Sun beamin' like a hundred degrees, yo Tone!
 Hurry up, get your ass in the truck, it's time to leave
 [Ghostface Killah]
 Hold on, I gotta polish my ring, throw on my Clarks
 And you know, I can't iron man garments, without the stars, just
 Double park, give me ten minutes or less
 I overslept, my bitch left, and my crib is a mess
 *scratches and talk*
 "If you not down, you not an M.C. or a D.J., off the stage"
 [Trife Da God]
 It's the Theodore event, so they blocked off the streets
 And we came here to chill, but the cops wanna beef
 Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse
 All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss
 [Ghostface Killah]
 Say no more, let's motivate Trife, throw on your poker face
 Spin around the block one time, so we can spoke the place
 Yeah, it's lookin' lavish, and the scene looks wonderful
 Pockets full of trees, and my shit look colorfulRui Da Silva F/ Cassandra - Live From the P.J.'s - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rui-da-silva-f-cassandra/live-from-the-pjs-lyrics.html
 [Trife Da God]
 We got the X-Men spinnin', on the one's and two's
 No drugs, no violence, leave home the guns and tools
 And the grill's just cookin' up chicken and steak
 And greedy ass Uncle Ronnie, yo, he lickin' the plate
 [Interlude: ?]
 Ladies and gentlemen, we got Black Thought in the house tonight
 Yo, he just came from off tour, and I think he wanna spit something, yo!
 [Black Thought]
 Yo, we X-Ecute 'em, with the rapid fire, pealin' your face off
 Sprayin' up the party, from the ceiling with napalm
 Shots follow the target, I ain't gon chase ya'll
 Swinging aluminum bats, that's not for baseball
 It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh
 I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash
 The way a natural born, freak, gotta shake that ass
 And anybody wanna eat, gotta break that fast
 A million crabs in a barrel, try'nna make they splash
 Break away fast, nice brother's finish in last
 It don't, matter the speakers, or the hammers can blast
 To handle your ass, frontin', I'mma take your stash
 And twist it, and bake the whole, projects biscuits
 This kid is a trendsetter, ya'll just misfits
 Black Thought, I've been better, ya'll just forgettin' shit
 Now it's a life or death predicament
 I step in with a vendetta, then start spittin' shit
 Then spit game, that's ridiculous, ya'll muthafuckas insignificant
 I'm three fifty seven, magnificent
 Stay playin', where them bad bitches is, you feelin' tonight
 You know they feelin', let the semi automatic bend
 They fend to have 'em in the ghetto, goin' at it, man
 They bring it to your block, have it like Pakistan
 Philly boys bringin' noise, makin' wild static, then
 We trick cops, even jump out vans, and leave you
 Sprayed out, stiffer than a mannequin stance
 You get, laid out, clapped with mechanical hands
 That kick back, cuz, you and your mans'll get zapped
 Just keep, thinkin' my peoples, and peoples'll toy with
 A cold blooded kill shit, and keep on doin' it
 Cuz that's my pleasure, that's the people's enjoyment
 Gangsta's holla at me, if you seekin' employment














