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Uhh... yeah... uhh...<br /><br />[Verse 1 (Nas)]<br />Blessings in life to the children<br />They say life is like 5 days<br />Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair<br />His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me<br />Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me<br />It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer<br />I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya<br />Cuz animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water<br />Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order<br />Shit is plastic material, havin' no life<br />I crash whips and leave it no matter the price<br />As long as I survive, coppin' the five<br />Circle the block where the beef's at<br />And park in front of my enemy's eyes<br />They see that it's war we life stealers<br />Hollow tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell<br />Dead is dead, fuckers<br />And your soul is with God<br />Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth<br />Watchin' your own murder reoccur<br /><br />[Chorus (Repeat 2X)]<br />For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto<br />For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal<br />For every child that's born<br />And every nigga gone<br />And for every brotha breathin'<br />Live to see another mornin'<br /><br />[Verse 2 (Blitz)]<br />It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me<br />Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me<br />Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories<br />Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt<br />Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocks<br />I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks<br />All you paintin' pictures of my pain<br />Illustrate the city in vain<br />Fallin' deep into the pits of the game<br />This is for the sickest state of mind<br />In these fatal times, vesh crimes<br />Nickel play the nine and niggas for the dime<br />Hear the sounds of them baby's cry<br />Still I'm sayin' why do we reside<br />In the ghetto with a million ways to die<br />Stayin' high to relieve the pain<br />Breathin' in the game, exhalin'<br />Guilts and the shame, misery and strain<br />What the fuck will tomorrow bring<br />Look at anthrax, I stand back through<br />Hopin' I make it tomorrow<br /><br />[Verse 3 (Nas)]<br />My skin is a art gallery, right<br />With paintings of crucifixes<br />Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business<br />Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders<br />But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships<br />Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor<br />How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse<br />Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'<br />Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones<br />Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex<br />And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des<br />Got guns when I'm with my daughter<br />Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence<br />She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons<br />Black princess it's a ugly world<br />I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl<br />Could you believe even my shadow's jealous<br />My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones<br />My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs<br />Though my songs come from the Father<br />I'm lonely...<br />Hold me, it's gettin' darker<br /><br />[Repeat Chorus 2X]
Letra nueva de la canción
Uhh... yeah... uhh...<br /><br />[Verse 1 (Nas)]<br />Blessings in life to the children<br />They say life is like 5 days<br />Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair<br />His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me<br />Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me<br />It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer<br />I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya<br />Cuz animals and sweetness, sharks smell blood in water<br />Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order<br />Shit is plastic material, havin' no life<br />I crash whips and leave it no matter the price<br />As long as I survive, coppin' the five<br />Circle the block where the beef's at<br />And park in front of my enemy's eyes<br />They see that it's war we life stealers<br />Hollow tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell<br />Dead is dead, fuckers<br />And your soul is with God<br />Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth<br />Watchin' your own murder reoccur<br /><br />[Chorus (Repeat 2X)]<br />For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto<br />For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal<br />For every child that's born<br />And every nigga gone<br />And for every brotha breathin'<br />Live to see another mornin'<br /><br />[Verse 2 (Blitz)]<br />It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me<br />Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me<br />Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories<br />Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt<br />Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocks<br />I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks<br />All you paintin' pictures of my pain<br />Illustrate the city in vain<br />Fallin' deep into the pits of the game<br />This is for the sickest state of mind<br />In these fatal times, vesh crimes<br />Nickel play the nine and niggas for the dime<br />Hear the sounds of them baby's cry<br />Still I'm sayin' why do we reside<br />In the ghetto with a million ways to die<br />Stayin' high to relieve the pain<br />Breathin' in the game, exhalin'<br />Guilts and the shame, misery and strain<br />What the fuck will tomorrow bring<br />Look at anthrax, I stand back through<br />Hopin' I make it tomorrow<br /><br />[Verse 3 (Nas)]<br />My skin is a art gallery, right<br />With paintings of crucifixes<br />Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business<br />Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders<br />But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships<br />Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor<br />How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse<br />Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'<br />Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones<br />Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex<br />And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des<br />Got guns when I'm with my daughter<br />Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence<br />She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons<br />Black princess it's a ugly world<br />I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl<br />Could you believe even my shadow's jealous<br />My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones<br />My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs<br />Though my songs come from the Father<br />I'm lonely...<br />Hold me, it's gettin' darker<br /><br />[Repeat Chorus 2X]
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