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    Masta Killa

    Silverbacks

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    Добавлена 2 марта 2007 пользователем AND1

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    [Intro: Inspectah Deck]
    One, two, one, two, the High Chief
    Yeah... yo... so alone... baby
    [Inspectah Deck]
    I'm just lookin' out of the window
    Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
    Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out
    Keepin' my head above water
    Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)
    Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs
    Informer tip off, clips lick off
    The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off
    Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off
    Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out
    Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out
    Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors
    Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors
    Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard
    The game aint' changed, niggaz done made their own rules
    They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam
    Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
    The black market, labelled the movin' target
    Dwellin' in the heartless projects
    Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin'
    The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'
    They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up
    They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up
    [Masta Killa]
    Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out
    Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent
    Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back
    Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw
    These silverback niggaz eat their oatmeal raw
    Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body
    He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky
    Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin'
    The episodes pass, I flash back to guns
    And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage
    Please warn him of his ways and actions
    Before I blast him
    Then the homicide was justified when I arrive
    Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask
    It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle
    While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle
    [GZA]
    I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven
    From a sling-shot to a wall of mac 11's
    I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverand
    We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7
    The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building
    That had exploded in a frenzy of killings
    Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal
    Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled
    From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison
    The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within
    Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo
    Wrecking y'all individuals and their man know
    Second by second, heat blazed through the night
    Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights
    The primary reason of mission for them spitting
    The firing kept hitting, them dust, they kept sipping
    But the informants x-rays gave off electrons
    Within a few next days, entire cess gone
    Prenticle percisions used to remove the eyelids
    Those responsible for my brothers with high bids
    Life in the hood is an award winning film
    Lived ut by savages who can't escape the realm
    A place where the young meet and greet with guns
    In the park they interrupt the pure innocent fun
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