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 - Rudy Clark
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 - Jeryld Grant
 - J R Bailey
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RZA - Текст песни Fools
And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me"
 Yo, yo, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
 Yo, come on
 Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
 There's no exceptions to the rules
 Get your nines
 Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin
 But in Brownsville
 Check it out
 Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out
 Everlast, just came home, it was his first night out
 He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business
 When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit
 He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap
 That's Miss. Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that"
 But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years
 Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
 Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash
 He'd act like his head was too big for the casket
 I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild
 You ain't been in these projects in a while
 Runnin' 'round with that old school style"
 Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile
 A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads
 Chopped faces, you talk fast, they bust off fast
 And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood
 Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood?
 Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack
 Most get astounded by surrounded sound effects in the back
 Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' budge in his jacketRZA - Fools - http://ru.motolyrics.com/rza/fools-lyrics.html
 Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats
 He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed
 Then flashed me his Mac
 Said, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track"
 So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it
 In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this
 Boulevard life, remember late nights?
 Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids
 Cats sacky in Com stack, retire from the crack
 I'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessey help me
 I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me
 Lord forgive me for I have stolen from my brothers
 Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
 Familiar fish scale, everybody plays the fool
 The older God's givin' me jewels
 The younger God's givin' me tools
 Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked
 To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt
 Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt?
 That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk
 Still cop coke from the well Willy
 When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully
 'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli'
 Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully
 Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
 There's no exceptions to the rules
 Get your nines
 Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
 There's no exceptions to the rules
 Get your nines











