Текст (слова) песни: Get Low Playaz f D - Moe, OG - Ashes to Ashes

 
(OG) 
We`re chillin in the Labb 
My nigga JT, Bushy Moe, D-Moe 
We finna do this for the Ninety-4 
We lay that shit like you now how mayn 
 
(OG) 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
The ghetto is turnin` into a fuckin` head rush 
When I was young I used to sittin` or fantasize 
But now I understand that I was born to die 
Lookin` out the window of a 10 story project 
I ask the question - how harder can the ghetto get? 
Killer`s beein born to take the place of other killers 
Babies growin up to be notorious dope dealers 
Never went to school my school was the streets 
My only diploma was the motherfuckin rap sheet 
After a while no more juvenile for me 
I graduated to the state penitentary 
Walkin` the yard with my partners out of Fillmoe 
Killers stick together cause thats the way the game go 
But in this game there`s no one you can trust 
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
 
(D-Moe) 
That`s real nigga 
Straight for the Ninety-4 
GLP 
Peep the 2nd crush 
 
(OG) 
Tryin to stay alive or survive ain`t no joke , mayn 
Often I feel I`m playin a russian roulette game 
Sometimes it feels like a nightmare 
But when I wake up my problem is still there 
Can`t get a job and that ain`t helpin` a damn thang 
So I resulted to the streets and slangin caine 
We used to use knifes because knifes were for toughest 
But now we use automatics, pistols, grips and pumps 
To kill again is a way of life 
Dope fiends killin` one another over base pipes 
Never took the time to get close to my family 
Cause it`s my family that`s constantly gettin me 
"Freddy`s Dead" cause he was livin for the cola 
Knocked or smooth another young high roller 
Cause in this game there`s no one you can trust 
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
 
(D-Moe) 
The game ain`t gon stop for ya, mayne 
You either stick wid it 
Or you gotta get up outta 
 
(D-Moe) 
Life in the fast lane cocaine dope game 
Only the players change 
The game stays the same 
So I continue to keep my composure 
Survivin in the ghetto and livin like a soldier 
I keep my hand on my Nine 
Cause the other side of midnight is nothin but hard time 
Black cats creepin 
Rats in the gutter and dope fiends tweakin 
Sometimes I feel I`m the cause of it 
But now I realize the devil`s just bullshit 
Cause how can I be to blame 
When 20 million other niggas doin` the same thang 
I`m gettin in where I fit in 
Cause winners never lose and losers never win 
Cause in the ghetto survival is a must 
So ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
 
(D-Moe) 
And it`s straight like that, mayne 
That real shit 
Only for my real motherfuckers 
And that`s how we doin it in the 9-4 
And we`re outta here 
Just like that 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust 
For the 9-4 
For the nigga-niggy-niggy-niggy 9-4 
Yeah, for the 9-4 
We bout to tear this shit up, hoe 
Tear it up, yo 
For the 9-4 
And we`re out for the 9-4
 

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