Текст (слова) песни: Bookie f Kool G. Rap - Bedtime Stories

 
[Bookie] 
Check it out 
Uh 
Now let me tell you a story about a nigga livin` on the edge 
Kinda like takin` the chances of jumpin` off the ledge 
A money maker 
Would often get involved wit the shit thats evolvin` the streets 
Lookin` out for the laws 
Go hang was the main thang 
Was definitely a reason ta get the alias flippin` and check the whole name 
Type a nigga that kill you dead for a nigga rock 
Get you thinkin` about the prophecy that money got 
Hot 
But nigga wit the Benz and the ends 
Not too many friends 
No guts for the glory and the sins 
Twins that he got involved wit ta make his ends 
Biz that would have him scared in, but took a chance 
Didn`t care about his daddy 
Didn`t care about his brotha 
Didn`t care about his mama 
But he cared about them dollas 
A bloody world, up in the mind of a soldier 
Ta neva die, and keep it live in your holster 
 
[Chorus] 
Pay niggas like ta ball 
But pay niggas gots ta fall 
You know it ain`t no heaven for us all 
Vouge niggas like ta kill 
Vouge niggas like ta feel 
Pumpin` up they muthafuckin` steel 
Scar niggas gots ta know 
Scar niggas make the dough 
They used ta gettin` paid from every blow 
But all niggas gots ta die 
All niggas must decide 
It`s what around the world they `gon reside 
 
[Kool G Rap] 
Uh, uh 
Yo 
Spoke nigga turn thug 
Ropin` drugs, totin` the snub 
Fifty keys of dope in the tub 
Enemies soakin` in blood 
Catch a open mug 
Bodies layin` smoked in the mud 
It ain`t no hope for love, get poked wit slugs 
Peep the nigga M.O. 
Deliveries in stretch limos 
Pickups inside the big truck 
Swift bucks get his dick sucked 
-From the big buck chick that kept the fifth tuck 
She hit ducks, miss puckered up before the clip spark 
Swiss duck caught the duplex, navy blue lefts 
The lady blew tecs, talkin` `bout who next 
Daily ain`t do sex, the crew flex, cruisin` through cess 
20 inch chrome spin the gleam 
The winnin` team, spend the cream 
Livin` American dreams 
Brick on the triple beam 
Put laser beam dots on your wig top 
6 shots hit `til you drop 
Stop the tick-tock 
6 and glocks continue ta pop 
Til it`s pigs for block 
They got this kid rocked 
Wit the shit cocked 
Shot off the Crip block 
Stoppin` more drug traffic than gridlock 
Miss not 
But forced to us all 
10 more came into the door 
Wit him in the raw 
No time ta waste, the safe`s in the floor 
Take the keys, takes a freeze 
Break wit the G`d caper for cheese 
Grab the G 
Rape her then leave wit the jackpot 
Put her ta sleep wit bad shots 
Next day news showin` they snapshots 
 
[Bookie] 
Pay niggas 
Automatically known wit the ballin` 
Wit dope for all em, smellin` the beans when they callin` 
Vouge niggas 
Gangstas off the wall when they standin` tall 
Killin` ain`t feelins, wit extra bullets `nuf ta make em fall 
Scar niggas 
Who extended it all, makin` deadly calls 
Niggas wit coconut balls, breakin` down the laws 
But all niggas 
Niggas `gon have ta die wit they eyes lookin to the sky 
Or lookin` to the dirt, whichever way it works 
And they was comin` for him, but he was blind 
A mind of a muthafucka clockin` every dime 
This nigga rolled up, a killa 
Quickly hit him wit the gauge 
Bigga than the graves 
Took em days, ta fix him up 
A closed casket 
This nigga had a kid, now this nigga dead, left behind a bastard 
So 19-99 is just anotha year for niggas dyin` the same way 
So live your life ta see anotha day 
 
[Chorus] 
Pay niggas like ta ball 
But pay niggas gots ta fall 
You know it ain`t no heaven for us all 
Vogue niggas like ta kill 
Vogue niggas like ta feel 
Pumpin` up they muthafuckin` steel 
Scar niggas gots ta know 
Scar niggas make the dough 
They used ta gettin` paid from every blow 
But all niggas gots ta die 
All niggas must decide 
It`s what around the world they `gon reside
 

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