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Текст (слова) песни: Masters of Illusion - We All Over

[Keith] kept in time at jail, robbery for six years
[M.Man] you missed out on hella money, food, weed and beer
[Keith] called home, stupid jacky never answer the phone
[Keith] what you been doin`
[M.Man] trying to concentrate on come-ups

(Chorus)
[M.Man] we all over
[Keith] takin` over
[M.Man] mic controller
[Keith] high rollers
[M.Man] north, east, south, west coast
[Keith] throwin` bombs at you
(Repeat 3X)

[Motion Man]
I threw the gat in the bac of his `ac
I wore gloves so my fingers wouldn`t make contact
it`s either that or do time for this ? snatch
f` that! partner take the rapper watch yo back
and he`s back, who`s that, cadillac all black yo that`s my folks
young motion getting out with his yolks
changing channels ? switching up to sopranos when they see us
got`em caught up in a corner like fetus
pop the trunk get yo stuff out switch the cars and move fast
make `em walk the plank the pirate`s out here holding his shank
you don`t understand the time that you`re doing for me
just incase in clifton santiago out here for free
whoa don`t tell your partner we got to get it together
no more domestic import people stuck out there in customs
I don`t trust a motha` bout as far as I can chuck `em
his bodyguard looks familiar, I`m recognizing the scar
officers got us at gunpoint, they searchin` the car
two chinese men trying to launder `bout 500 grand
they homosexuals, I leave the male pimp in the stand
united states government officials look for the man
santiago`s got his pictures up in the post office
`cuz santiago is a ?
last seen selling hash north, east, south west coast

(Chorus 4X)

[Kool Keith]
I went to ralph`s bought me chicken, my girl some spam
drove in the block with a green fleetwood broham
gold dayton rims with the diamonds on the edge and trims
trunk full of heroine checkin` out the merroine
two shotguns, grenades, rockets stashed under the seat
l.a.p.d. took my license, but can`t see me
tinted windows, big powder, here`s for your nose
straight from miami, columbian, puerto rico
immigrant right hand man nicknamed chico
jamaican posse at the house drinkin` carlo`s ?rossi?
carbine 41 shot banana clip machine gun
duffel bags, work my cuban west indian shirt
callin` the feds up with private numbers tryin` to network
official numbers in the stash glove compartment
countin` bricks with incense in an empty apartment
up on the fourth floor with lactose mixin` raw
answer the door, stand behind it with a 44
some sucka named rell, kid rung the wrong bell
shut up iesha! this girl tryin to blow my spot
I gotta babysit I`m chillin` yo the block is hot
transfer my ammo, throw techs in a hefty bag
hit the street, I talk of sales when I meet

(Chorus 4X)

 

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