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Utwór: Gangsta tears

  • wykonawca: Nas
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     [Chorus 2X: Nas]
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you
  
  [Nas]
  My daily dose is ferocious
  I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
  Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
  speakin on podiums
  Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
  Young black, poor education guns crack
  The gang violence done that
  Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
  dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
  Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
  Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
  Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
  To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
  Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
  Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
  I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
  What happens when money don't make you happy
  I wish this on no person
  Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
  I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Nas]
  Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
  Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
  Pull up the block my brother's on
  I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
  Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
  We left the drug game alone
  Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
  What could you tell us?
  At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
  Look at my dog lay in the casket
  Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
  And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
  as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
  It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
  It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
  Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
  I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
  And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
  inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..
  
  [Chorus]
  

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