Текст (слова) песни: E.S.G. - I Done Made It

(*Lloyd*)
Now I lay me, down and sleep
And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep
But if I should die, before I wake
Pray to the Lord, my soul to take (pray to the Lord, my soul to take)

[E.S.G.]
It`s fucked up, how the street life is
Murder after murder, ain`t no hope for the kids
Nothing but bad influences, all the role models gone
Can`t look to the parents, cause they ain`t home
How many grandmothers you`ll see, with lil` kids at the sto`
Daddy gone on sherms, his mama gone on blow
Fell through that crack befo`, but I had to climb back out
No mo` dumb shit for me, I had to straighten my life back out
Now I`m stronger than ever, mo` focused and willing
Why these other bitch niggaz, switch for a half-a-million
And sell they soul, and spread lies on your names
Scared cause you might, take a lil` of they fame
But homie fuck my change, fuck these cars and clothes
24`s and low-pros, sold out shows and hoes
Cause when the casket close, and you breathe your last breath
All material shit is gone, nothing but real family left g`yeah

[Hook: Lloyd]
Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don`t shine, and its cold outside
I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it
But I can`t get faded, cause I done made it
Steady struggle and strive
Find my way, out these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from where I`m from (I`m from)
We all walk back in line (yeah)

[E.S.G.]
If a nigga snitch on you, (I`ll ride for that)
Pull a gun and don`t shoot, you might (die from that)
Come up short with my money, (I might let you make it)
Fuck with me or my family, your life I`ll take it
Niggaz`ll try to fuck your bitch, behind your back
Then say he got love, and talk behind your back
Me and my homie caught a weed case, (on the Boulevard)
But I was on probation, (and he ain`t take his charge)
Wishing I could ask the Lord, (why it be that way mayn)
When you help these niggaz out, they don`t appreciate it mayn
That go for any nigga, a friend or foe
You try to play me like a hoe, you tongue kiss the 4-4
But is that contradiction, (cause you can take it how you wanna)
Like that TV show The Wire, (I`ma fight for my corners)
Trying to build up my team, so we well connected
Don`t feel E.S.G. or Sin, bitch niggaz better exit g`yeah

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]
If a nigga snitch on you, (I`ll ride for that)
Pull a gun and don`t shoot, you might (die from that)
Come up short with my money, (I might let you make it)
Fuck with me or my family, your life I`ll take it

[Hook]

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» E.S.G. - The South
» E.S.G. - Getting Money
» E.S.G. - First Brick
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» E.S.G. - Where Da Hoes At
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: E.S.G. - I Done Made It (Lloyd) Now I lay me, down and sleep And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep But if I should die, before I wake Pray to the Lord, my soul to take (pray to the Lord, my soul to take) [E.S.G.] It`s fucked up, how the street life is Murder after murder, ain`t no hope for the kids Nothing but bad influences, all the role models gone Can`t look to the parents, cause they ain`t home How many grandmothers you`ll see, with lil` kids at the sto` Daddy gone on sherms, his mama gone on blow Fell through that crack befo`, but I had to climb back out No mo` dumb shit for me, I had to straighten my life back out Now I`m stronger than ever, mo` focused and willing Why these other bitch niggaz, switch for a half-a-million And sell they soul, and spread lies on your names Scared cause you might, take a lil` of they fame But homie fuck my change, fuck these cars and clothes 24`s and low-pros, sold out shows and hoes Cause when the casket close, and you breathe your last breath All material shit is gone, nothing but real family left g`yeah [Hook: Lloyd] Me and my niggaz ride Even when the sun don`t shine, and its cold outside I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it But I can`t get faded, cause I done made it Steady struggle and strive Find my way, out these ghetto streets of mine This is coming from where I`m from (I`m from) We all walk back in line (yeah) [E.S.G.] If a nigga snitch on you, (I`ll ride for that) Pull a gun and don`t shoot, you might (die from that) Come up short with my money, (I might let you make it) Fuck with me or my family, your life I`ll take it Niggaz`ll try to fuck your bitch, behind your back Then say he got love, and talk behind your back Me and my homie caught a weed case, (on the Boulevard) But I was on probation, (and he ain`t take his charge) Wishing I could ask the Lord, (why it be that way mayn) When you help these niggaz out, they don`t appreciate it mayn That go for any nigga, a friend or foe You try to play me like a hoe, you tongue kiss the 4-4 But is that contradiction, (cause you can take it how you wanna) Like that TV show The Wire, (I`ma fight for my corners) Trying to build up my team, so we well connected Don`t feel E.S.G. or Sin, bitch niggaz better exit g`yeah [Hook] [E.S.G.] If a nigga snitch on you, (I`ll ride for that) Pull a gun and don`t shoot, you might (die from that) Come up short with my money, (I might let you make it) Fuck with me or my family, your life I`ll take it [Hook] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I Done Made It: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/104/1/12138.html Все тексты песен: E.S.G. » E.S.G. - E.S.G. » E.S.G. - What You See » E.S.G. - All American Gangsta » E.S.G. - I Done Made It » E.S.G. - Down South » E.S.G. - The South » E.S.G. - Getting Money » E.S.G. - First Brick » E.S.G. - 60 Bars » E.S.G. - Where Da Hoes At » E.S.G. - Dirty Hustle » E.S.G. - South Side Comin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгений Келлер - Кокос » Елена Фролова - Романс поэта » Евгений Бабенко - Забылся на секунду Бог... » Евгения Козина - Мой маленький ангел... » Евгения Ланцберг - И замер двор, прохожим околдован... » Евгений Романов - (Стихи) » Евгений Исакевич - Кладоискатель » Евгений Бабенко - Песенка о разных измерениях (посвящение воспоминаниям) » Ефим Ташлицкий - Урок чистописания » Евгений Бабенко - Осенний вальс » Егор летов - Вечная весна » Елена Казанцева - Я люблю мужчинам строить глазки... » Елена Фролова - Дорожная цыганочка » Ёлка - Город Обмана » Евгений Келлер - Локоть » Ефим Ташлицкий - Тост » Екатерина Барановская - (стихотворение) » Евгений Клячкин - День (песенка лентяя) » Егор летов - Пуля виноватого найдет » Екатерина Яровая - Зачем фарфор саксонский...
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