Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - I Must Stand

Nobody ever said life was gon` be easy
But damn..

[ VERSE 1 ]
Just a kid, moms died when I was seven
Pops died, eleven, what`s up with heaven?
It`s hell when you`re an orphan at a early age
This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage
In the heart of a child who never knew his roots
Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
Truckin diamonds and gold
Rubberbands around the bankrolls
Fly girls to make your head spin
Seemed they partied all night long
I was like, "Put me on"
But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play
Take your butt to school or else you`ll have to be like us one day"
I didn`t understand, but I tried to get a job
While all the players got the girls cause they`d hustle and rob
I was like makin `bout 1-50 a week
And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat

And I know I can be better than this
I gotta get me a car, man
I gotta get a girl

I know I can do it out there, man
I`m finna go for it, man
I gotta get some money
Word

[ VERSE 2 ]
Streets of anger, trouble and crime
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime
But I never let another player see me down
I kept my front up, my gear clean
Even when checkin minor green
Brothers knew my game was true
So I hooked up with the real crew
That knew excactly what to do
Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools
Pimpin hoes on the block
Checkin cash non-stop
Crack spots, armor with interior bars
No lie, I used to own `bout 15 cars
Every piece Fila made
Drape my women in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar`s Palace holidays
It was on, crazy out of control
We made up the word `ballin`, that was how we rolled
But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea
It`s called multiple indictments for hundreds of years

What
Daff is dead?
Carter got 25 years?
Nah..
Spike 35 to life?
Nah, don`t tell me B.O.`s dead, man
I don`t wanna hear that, man
I was just with him

[ VERSE 3 ]
The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young
Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun
I get phone calls from condemned row
Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know
They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen
You`re the one that got away, don`t wanna see you in"
They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal
Don`t let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel"
I marched two million strong in D.C.
Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me
Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days
But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise
And bein black ain`t easy, prejudice is real
But health and liberty is all we need for us to build
We gotta come together, unseparated
Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we`re all related

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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: Ice-T - I Must Stand Nobody ever said life was gon` be easy But damn.. [ VERSE 1 ] Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what`s up with heaven? It`s hell when you`re an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or else you`ll have to be like us one day" I didn`t understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls cause they`d hustle and rob I was like makin `bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl I know I can do it out there, man I`m finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word [ VERSE 2 ] Streets of anger, trouble and crime I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin minor green Brothers knew my game was true So I hooked up with the real crew That knew excactly what to do Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools Pimpin hoes on the block Checkin cash non-stop Crack spots, armor with interior bars No lie, I used to own `bout 15 cars Every piece Fila made Drape my women in suede Pavet Piaget, Cesar`s Palace holidays It was on, crazy out of control We made up the word `ballin`, that was how we rolled But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea It`s called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah.. Spike 35 to life? Nah, don`t tell me B.O.`s dead, man I don`t wanna hear that, man I was just with him [ VERSE 3 ] The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You`re the one that got away, don`t wanna see you in" They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal Don`t let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel" I marched two million strong in D.C. Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise And bein black ain`t easy, prejudice is real But health and liberty is all we need for us to build We gotta come together, unseparated Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we`re all related Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни I Must Stand: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/912.html Все тексты песен: Ice-T » Ice-T - Forced to Do Dirt » Ice-T - Forced to Do Dirt » Ice-T - Colors » Ice-T - Gotta Lotta Love » Ice-T - Message To The Soldier » Ice-T - O.G. Original Gangster » Ice-T - Common Sense » Ice-T - It`s On » Ice-T - Personal » Ice-T - Colors » Ice-T - Check Your Heart » Ice-T - Valuable Game » Ice-T - CJ Mac Interlude » Ice-T - Eye Of The Storm » Ice-T - Addicted to Danger » Ice-T - Ziplock » Ice-T - CJ Mac Interlude » Ice-T - 409 » Ice-T - Dear Homie » Ice-T - Mind Over Matter Рекомендуем скачать: » Виктор Шнейдер - Среда (из цикла Дни недели) » Владимир Пресняков - Стюардесса по имени Жанна » Виктор Черников - Маразма №5 о продовольственной программе » Владимир Капгер - Песенка сварливого полубога (Пародия на Б.Окуджаву) » Вячеслав Малежик - Черный рынок » Владимир Быченков - Письмо в КГБ из бани » Валерий Кузнецов - Письмо Фелетера Лазаревича в Москву своему земляку Вархуилу Минеевичу Кирпичеву Депутату ВС СССР от » Владимир Высоцкий - Холера » Владимир Муромцев - Девушка на облаке » Владимир Высоцкий - Королевское шествие » Владимир Высоцкий - Попутчик » Вячеслав Бутусов - Девушка по городу » Виктор Черников - Костер любви » Вадим Кондратюк - Брось лезвие, не порть напрасно вен... » Владимир Высоцкий - Звезды (Из к/ф Я родом из детства) » Владимир Капгер - Посвящение дочке » Владимир Бережков - Прощай, Ирга моя, прощай!.. » Владимир Высоцкий - Оловянные солдатики » Владимир Москвин - Сверчок » Владимир Высоцкий - Куда все делось и откуда что берется...
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