letra de fools - featuring killa sin - rza
and i told him, “don’t f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me”
yo, yo, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
yo, come on
everybody plays a fool sometimes
(digi digi)
there’s no exceptions to the rules, get your nines
(shaolin, shaolin)
everybody plays a fool sometimes
(but in brownsville)
there’s no exceptions to the rules
(yo, check, yo)
get your nines
n-gg-s was psyched out, beretta brought the dirt bike out
ever last just came home, it was his first night out
he was arguin’ with these b-tches how they don’t mind their business
when he was locked the f-ck down, no one came to visit
he was snuffed, black, his little cousin moe stuck cap
that’s miss sommers on the bike with the gat like, “f-ck that”
but finessin’ over here, he could’ve wished he had ten more years
cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
ever last, ego went full blast, didn’t splash it
he’d act like his head was too big for the casket
i told him, “slow down god, you ain’t wild
you ain’t been in these projects in a while
runnin’ ’round with that old school style”
don’t think these young bucks won’t lay you down like tile
a hard head makes, a soft -ss, these new york lads
chopped faces, you talk fast, they bust off fast
and chase you out the hood, in a bl–dy hood
yo, son, you seen that kid was actin’ hollywood?
yeah, i mean that n-gg-, clap happy cali, clap when he ‘ttack
most get astounded by surrounded sound effects in the back
adidas shoe, phat laces, packin’ buldge in his jacket
head nappy, black and nasty but he nasty for gats
he nas’, p-ssed me, b-mped me and laughed then flashed me his mac
said, “i got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track”
so strap this, nah, this bar’s a bullet, par pull it
in fact, blast me, b-st-rd, i done came to far for this
boulevard life, remember late nights?
mama stomach touchin’ a bed, two bids
cats sacky in comstack, retire from the crack
i’m askin’ allah that the warm hennessey help me
i ain’t chose the struggle, the struggle chose me
lord, forgive me fore i have stolen from my brothers
snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
familiar fish scale, everybody plays the fool
the older gods givin’ me jewels
the younger gods givin’ me tools
solomon allah, i feel i was jerked
to the drug dealers, my baby mother’s a flirt
holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don’t hurt?
that’s my problem now, i ain’t afraid to talk
still cop c-ke from the well willy
when i was young i got robbed from the neighborhood bully
’til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli’
now him and his click know that i’m a thug fully
everybody plays a fool sometimes
there’s no exceptions to the rules, get your nines
everybody plays a fool sometimes
there’s no exceptions to the rules, get your nines
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- letra de iluzija - didi j
- letra de goin' home - catl.
- letra de confetti - alz (ymn)
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- letra de red zone cuba - riverdales