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letra de strap up - starkim

[starkim]
they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer
don’t get caught slippin’ cuz you will be on a missin’ poster
hood love, hammer’s packin’ wit the work the sharpest pokers
everybody bang, from the flyboys, g’s and jokers
hardheaded don’t provoke us, but the heart’s the coldest
brooklyn shootin’ sh-t like army soldiers
goons on the wildest corners
the cop tryna warn us and knock us
that’s why we scream f-ck the cops
until they lock us, they tryna stop us
but i’m rottin’, righteous and dolly
gangsta you know me, this for my n-ggas on them cold streets
murs don’t face us, champ hoodies and timbs
acg’s, the hood and p’s, block bodegas and the jellies
little n-ggas playin’ skully
and cops and robbers, tryna survive the fire
this some real true hood sh-t, i’m no liar
when they get older, and guns and drugs is what they desire
(hook) starkim
some good the bad, this sh-t is sad
it goes in circles bad
i said what i could
i’m just recordin’, speakin’ live from the hood

(hook) priest
are you a gangsta, a k!ller, certified or a squealer?
stand up dude or just a street n-gga?
a clapper or actor, frontline or back-up?
the truth is now, so little n-gga strap up

little n-gga strap up; little n-gga strap up

[k!llah priest]
look at my horoscope, see the horrors i wrote
see tomorrows up close
see revolvers that smoke from youngstas
babies’ wrapped up in dumpsters
crack-fiends walkin’ like monsters
corruptions on the corners amongst us
succumbs to, plea bargains, while we starvin’
police squadron, fiends noddin’
the beast is eavesdropping
no air to breathe, but i see options, thru my deep optics
so what’s a soldier? a n-gga that’ll give you his shoulder
ride wit you in the streets till your beef is over
and what’s a general? a good dude, use to be a criminal
ever go back; it’s fifty on the ministate
n-ggas have no morals, disloyal
act like they ridin’ for you
soon as they get the chance they destroy you
say they down wit the team
but when you ain’t around they got the four pound in their jeans
screwface in the mirror, wishin’ it was ya face
practice how fast they could squeeze the trigger, this is your fate
a good friend is like a fine wine it gets better as it age in time
proverb state of mind
(hook) priest

- starkim

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