Текст (слова) песни: The Neptunes f Ab - Liva, Clipse - Blaze of Glory

 
[Pharrell] 
Nigga, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair `n 
A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin` 
First the firing then the siren you`ll be hearin` 
Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin` 
 
[Chorus - Pharrell] 
It`s me or you, or them or us 
Lost to what, them things gon` bust 
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust 
I clear the land, "In God We Trust" nigga 
It`s the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory 
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory 
The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory 
You come in here for these niggaz, the blaze of glory 
 
[Pusha T] 
EGHCK! fuck ya crews and, who ya choosin` 
Critics and news, and all their reviews 
The watch jeweled and, VS jewels with 
Different hews, of rogues or blues 
The street movement, that I move wit 
"Hurri"s the "cane" like Miami U 
Ya niggaz foolin`, whatcha doin 
Obviously, you ain`t got a clue 
It`s the blaze of glory 
I`m killer in the clutch, like the Lakers` Horry 
Wit four seconds left, rappers can`t ignore me 
Quit stepping on my heel 
You fuckers riding my flow, like I`m your training wheels, ugh! 
Mind over matter, SL blacker 
Sunny days, I might if to think he can`t ROOF! 
You niggaz fishin, well wishin 
Lotta rhyme but still missin` the vision, it`s the blaze of glory 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Ab-Liva] 
Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history 
Turn pages for me, my story is epic 
Hustle in my blood, my story is metric 
Bring that O backwards I`m feeling dyslexic 
Grew up mis-directed, dark complected 
Sometimes no electric, it was hectic 
It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected 
At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris 
Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone 
In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested 
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected 
Think back, I was requested by God 
I shall lead as I was directed 
Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing 
Defying the odds, the fire with arms 
A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon nigga! 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Malice] 
I`m for that hit rich quick shit, for that quick lick 
For that quick Vick fucka, I ain`t for the bullshit 
I ain`t for the small talk, strictly `bout the ballpark 
Figures on my numbers these niggaz is all talk 
Niggaz is missin`, out on life, I ain`t hit him 
I ain`t sittin `round thumb-twiddling, I ain`t wishin` 
No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain`t livin` 
The home town homies hate my name, I ain`t trippin` 
I don`t retaliate, I don`t hate, I obliv` `em 
Jйsus `round my neck, I`ma Christian, I forgive `em 
I was chosen to hold this throne 
I held my own, ever since I held that zone 
And served it, from all the days I heard mama`s curses 
Now I put it in verses, it was worth it 
Don`t let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack 
Whatever be the plate, motherfucka get the bank, uh! 
 
[Chorus]
 

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