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Utwór: The System

  • wykonawca: South Park Mexican
  • album: Never Change
  • wyświetleń: 858

"The System"
  [Verse 1]
  This Ones for those on the dead end street
  hustlin hard to make all they ends meet
  I hope one day I see yo benz creep
  watch for the jealousy that most friends keep
  S-P got the Bentley
  all I can do is thank god cause he blessed me
  I used to be just like you
  slangin crack rock on the avenue
  Packin glocks and runnin from cops
  most of my clients like they cane on the rocks
  Gun shots like 2 blocks away
  I wonda who the fuck caught a hot one today
  Neva mind cause I don't wanna know
  I just lost two good friends in the row
  One second things is lookin beautiful
  the next second you can start off the funeral
    [Chorus]
  All my friends are in the dead end street
  Sum locked up and sum are R-i-P
  You cant win there aint no way no how
  Clock your change and get the fuck on out
    [Verse 2]
  We was Pirex shakers
  Sunny Side money makers
  In Hillwood we had rocks big as now and laterz
  Quick snappers the store where we slung at
  Everybody knew me for my hundred packs
  Across the street was law elementry
  my car was so clean kids was lookin up to me
  They wanna be like me a tru hustla
  cause they daddy drives an old gas guzzla
  The dope deala I aint tryina brag but
  fuck watchin roaches tryina climb out my bath tub
  I was a hard head tryina be a drug lord
  slow my roll nah homie what the fuck for
  im in the 2 bed trailor man im dirt poor
  when hurricanes would kome id run next door
  to my homies house his name is huet hodges
  we gonna make out this ghetto man I promise
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
  99 percent of all criminals are dope dealers
  get busted by bullets or fuckin squeelers
  And the One percent that made it was pure luck
  but even he'll tell that his life aint worth a fuck
  cause in his mind he was caught a thousand times
  and in his mind he was shot a thousand times
  Without peace there can be no happiness
  I wear a cross around my neck like the catholics
  Im not sure exaclty what my religion is
  I just know I thank god for my little kids
  this is the baddest sellin drugs like sum guinnie pigs
  then they arrest us after we done make it big
  they take our money our cars and our houses
  now tell me whos really sellin the ounces
  and any cash that we might have hidden
  goes to the system tryin to stay out of prison
    [Chorus - repeat 2X]

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