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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Trice, Obie - Average ManVerse 1] Hey yo Im focused, its the locust O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis Probably why I rose from zero to hope Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga) Hold the toast you provoke 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll Yes I hold my own Swifty think you dee-bos clone, Im aimin Watch em switchin to Damons And Next Friday I can bet yous a changed man With them things in hands, its not a game man I ghost ya, I bring ya so much closer to Ja over Definition of a soldier, I told ya I .. hold the toast when I approach Its close at all times by my side in the holster O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composture Pop (*gunshot*) its all over, when the fo fo blows and goes(*gunshot*) [Chorus] When Im up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go (*bullet shot*) Now you touched so much slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like (*flatline*) The ambulance arrive (*police siren*) They rush you to the spittal, flyin by my ride Engine like (*engine revs*), homie you just died Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime Just as quick as .. [Verse 2] Lose your face, in a fools race I pulled my tool first nigga, you was in second place And second place just means you didnt react with haste And this differentiates life with murder bein the case And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erased Another black mother cant eat the food on her plate Cause she aint got the taste of raisin you was a waste Such a short span young man, said at your wake First Im a man, second Im five eight, but size and weight Wont give a nigga the upper hand Cause when I pop (*gunshot*), I get a sup like Barry Sand Sit in the can, you never ran like Barry Sand Obie aint playin, Obie got a plan And the plan is NOT to be layin in earths sand I will POP before decayin in earths land You get SHOT for playin me less than a man, motherfucker [Chorus] [Verse 3] Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make em envision that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes Which is all the tough talk in front of bitches Yeah you 6 feet deep, the Desert Eagle give ya stitches And I can bet all the bitches and hoes you wanna But I warn ya the glock would make it hot as California You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner Os and quarantine, cause no holes in me, yes theres no holes in me Niggaz take advantage til I manage to pull that hammer out They start scatterin, Im no gangster, Im a average man but be damned if I let em do me savage man Before that Im strapped and will challenge him Cocked back and that (*gunshot*) gat will damage them Its not a act, this is fact, this is how Im programmed This is me, what Im about, this who I am motherfucker [Chorus] |
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