Текст (слова) песни: Union - Livin

featuring Blaze, Sticky Fingaz, X-1

(Do you believe in God? `98 nigga)

[Sticky Fingaz]
I`m from New York nigga, the murder capital
Come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you
I`m a sinner, I hope God forgive me
At the rate I`m goin now my moms`ll probably out-live me
All my niggas is hardcore criminals
All I got left is my word and my genitals
I`m on some thug shit till I get cremated
Me and Larry Davis probably related
I hate the judge and can`t stand the cops
Wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot
You wanna KILL ME? I ain`t scared to get smoked
I`ll probably die laughin, cuz y`all niggas is jokes WHAT!
I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!
I`ll make Ted Bundy look like the pope
I show no love cuz I ain`t got no feelings
You know the routine, reach for the ceiling
And if not for you, do it for your child`s sake, nigga
I`ll get you murdered then come to your wake
I speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse
Niggas ears gon` bleed when they hear this verse
Holdin court in the streets, I ain`t doin a bid
I`d rather die, put that on my unborn kid
There`s two ways out the game, death or jail
If there`s a God, then WHY THE FUCK I`M LIVIN IN HELL?

Chorus
There`s two ways out the game, death or jail
If there`s a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)

[X-1]
X-1`ll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neck
Out your mouth, I`ll bet that`ll straighten you out
Live shit is the realest shit of all subjects
And I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect
Life tactics is all I spit in my rap shit
Most y`all cats is wack and need practice
Get burned to ashes, spit on your casket
It`s mad sick, drastic, it don`t get no harder than this
Squeezin hard for the chips
More bricks, the larger the wrist but that`s the fun of it
Every car hidden got a gun in it, I`m tryin to get mine
Get out and run wit it, kid extort your block
Unorthodox, this is all off the top
X-1`ll throw you off the docks
And I done laid the best to rest over this music
Half y`all niggas is S-O-S WHAT
Stuck On Stupid

Chorus

[Blaze]
Slugs I send express, take it to your face and chest
Digest gun smoke, don`t provoke finger in trigger
Been love sick, gat throw like ugly
Mister thug clip, biggest the slugs hit
One of you bugs better maintain
I claim you got game, drown you in a lake of octane
Never miss when I cock the four-fifth
Stain your garments, hit any target
>From New York to Cali, I leave you fucked up in a back alley
Swell you up and bury your heart
Shells won`t stop fallin, once they start blocks spark
It`s trouble, rippin your parts, for your flesh bubble
Hell cuddles my life line in this trife time
Bust shots, live nines
Drive mines crazy like V-J Day
Live life the PJ way, it`s D-Day
When A & A sprays
Travelin, like a heat-seekin javelin
Blaze slays rivals when battlin

Chorus

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» Union - Oc`s Connects
» Union - Move On
» Union - So Many Days
» Union - Chitown`s Finest
» Union - Organizin`
» Union - Livin
» Union - King T (Cali Expert)
» Union - Take Cover
» Union - Rippin` the Sound (Organized Rhymes Theme)
» Union - Uncut Ii
» Union - Throw It Up
» Union - Quiet Money (Blood Money)
» Union - Mr Peer Pressure
» Union - Ny`s Freestyle


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: Union - Livin featuring Blaze, Sticky Fingaz, X-1 (Do you believe in God? `98 nigga) [Sticky Fingaz] I`m from New York nigga, the murder capital Come in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap you I`m a sinner, I hope God forgive me At the rate I`m goin now my moms`ll probably out-live me All my niggas is hardcore criminals All I got left is my word and my genitals I`m on some thug shit till I get cremated Me and Larry Davis probably related I hate the judge and can`t stand the cops Wanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hot You wanna KILL ME? I ain`t scared to get smoked I`ll probably die laughin, cuz y`all niggas is jokes WHAT! I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT! I`ll make Ted Bundy look like the pope I show no love cuz I ain`t got no feelings You know the routine, reach for the ceiling And if not for you, do it for your child`s sake, nigga I`ll get you murdered then come to your wake I speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curse Niggas ears gon` bleed when they hear this verse Holdin court in the streets, I ain`t doin a bid I`d rather die, put that on my unborn kid There`s two ways out the game, death or jail If there`s a God, then WHY THE FUCK I`M LIVIN IN HELL? Chorus There`s two ways out the game, death or jail If there`s a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x) [X-1] X-1`ll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neck Out your mouth, I`ll bet that`ll straighten you out Live shit is the realest shit of all subjects And I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspect Life tactics is all I spit in my rap shit Most y`all cats is wack and need practice Get burned to ashes, spit on your casket It`s mad sick, drastic, it don`t get no harder than this Squeezin hard for the chips More bricks, the larger the wrist but that`s the fun of it Every car hidden got a gun in it, I`m tryin to get mine Get out and run wit it, kid extort your block Unorthodox, this is all off the top X-1`ll throw you off the docks And I done laid the best to rest over this music Half y`all niggas is S-O-S WHAT Stuck On Stupid Chorus [Blaze] Slugs I send express, take it to your face and chest Digest gun smoke, don`t provoke finger in trigger Been love sick, gat throw like ugly Mister thug clip, biggest the slugs hit One of you bugs better maintain I claim you got game, drown you in a lake of octane Never miss when I cock the four-fifth Stain your garments, hit any target >From New York to Cali, I leave you fucked up in a back alley Swell you up and bury your heart Shells won`t stop fallin, once they start blocks spark It`s trouble, rippin your parts, for your flesh bubble Hell cuddles my life line in this trife time Bust shots, live nines Drive mines crazy like V-J Day Live life the PJ way, it`s D-Day When A & A sprays Travelin, like a heat-seekin javelin Blaze slays rivals when battlin Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Livin: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/120/1/1768.html Все тексты песен: Union » Union - Oc`s Connects » Union - Move On » Union - So Many Days » Union - Chitown`s Finest » Union - Organizin` » Union - Livin » Union - King T (Cali Expert) » Union - Take Cover » Union - Rippin` the Sound (Organized Rhymes Theme) » Union - Uncut Ii » Union - Throw It Up » Union - Quiet Money (Blood Money) » Union - Mr Peer Pressure » Union - Ny`s Freestyle Рекомендуем скачать: » Мария Махова - Я превратился в корабль... » Михаил Щербаков - Песня толпы » Мара - 220V » Михаил Сипер, Василий Мешавкин - Дождь » Михаил Щербаков - Какой кошмар: жить с самого начала зря... » Михаил Круг - Тишина » Марина Самаркина - Куда нам до Адама с Евою... » Михаил Кукулевич - Электричка спешит во Владимир... » Марина Хлебникова - Волчья песня (не оставляй меня одну) » М.Шуфутинский - За милых дам » Михаил Анчаров - Аэлита » Марат Фридлянд - Музыкант ( » Михаил Шуфутинский - Поехали, извозчик, на Арбат » Мумий Тролль - Это по-любви » Михаил Сипер - Характер » Михаил Мазель - Солнечный лисёнок » Мария Кочеткова - Ностальгия » Моральный Кодекс - Мне хорошо с тобой » Машина Времени - Я видел, как в комнату, не знавшую тревог » Михаил Щербаков - То, что хотел бы я высказать
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