Nizioł, Big Noyd, DJ Shoodee, Havoc - Reality tekst piosenki (lyrics)
Havoc [Kejuan Waliek Muchita] Queens/Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
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[Nizioł, Big Noyd, DJ Shoodee, Havoc - Reality tekst piosenki lyrics]
Pay the bitches that's brighter
Than a lighter that you stole from a nigga
That you asks for the lighter
Or darker than the darkest souls
Searching for that procotol
In a room full of wolves
With the same as it goes
We all reachin' for the top
Everybody wanna spot everybody wanna shine
Niggas screamin' why not
Reppin' my block to the casket
Don't ask questions, don't wanna be asked
Move out, wanna move, beat of my own drum
To my own, nobody reppin' me like Nissan
Each one, teach one
That shit out the window now
Look for the weakling
That's gonna slow you down
Spinning like a one flat tire, I'mma still go
Nothin' 'bout me fake
Always keep it on the real dough
Niggas know the name, screamin' loud
Ain't a thing change keep fuck around
Put the hammer to your rib cage
I don't play on them streets
Walk around with a snub
I murk some, hurt somebody, because
Nothing fazing me, you crazy
I have you eatin' blood
I come back with two and
Make you feel the slug reach for your gun
Get your body where you stand
Don't let the man gas you up
Nigga get blammed
I don't play with the Muller
I put it right between your eyes
Nigga the Ruger, I cut back and squeeze
Until the clip is empty
I leave yo' ass six feet deep
Nigga don't tempt me
I stray 'cause I used to move weight
I'm fucking street hustler, nigga
Prowise, nigging all night, nigga
Making dough is all I know
I was told to stack chips
Keep it tight, lit, fuck police
G's never snitch
Dressin' on black at night, camouflage
Creep through the streets
Pulling strings like guitars
Niggas get robbed, they ain't 'bout that life
And their records don't sell
'cause they not that nice
Think twice if you're contemplating
Flexin' on me that's sweet, you know I keep
'em texts on me, nigga
Spragniony chce wody, tonący nawet brzytwę
W walce o dobrobyt skory
Nawet z gardła wydrze
Na wybujałym ego, ślepy nie zna granic
Nie pytaj dlaczego ma zakadowane ranić
W ciemnym zakamarku czai się zło wszelakie
Zwykle po pijaku wyjdzie
Że to nie przyjaciel
Kobieta wystawi nieraz na ciężką próbę
Testuje cierpliwość
Licho zajdzie ci za skórę
Zazwyczaj różnica gołym okiem jest widoczna
Bywa, że nie świta, z cicha ukaże całokszałt
Z boku lepiej widać, można się zapomnieć
W życiu byś nie pomyślał
Że to prawda w oczy kole
Na pięciu życzliwych ze trzech nie do końca
Rozerwana klisza, sfałszowany kontakt
Czasem mało słońca, tak zwane reality
Myślimy podobnie, Nizioł i Mobb Deep'y
Than a lighter that you stole from a nigga
That you asks for the lighter
Or darker than the darkest souls
Searching for that procotol
In a room full of wolves
With the same as it goes
We all reachin' for the top
Everybody wanna spot everybody wanna shine
Niggas screamin' why not
Reppin' my block to the casket
Don't ask questions, don't wanna be asked
Move out, wanna move, beat of my own drum
To my own, nobody reppin' me like Nissan
Each one, teach one
That shit out the window now
Look for the weakling
That's gonna slow you down
Spinning like a one flat tire, I'mma still go
Nothin' 'bout me fake
Always keep it on the real dough
Niggas know the name, screamin' loud
Ain't a thing change keep fuck around
Put the hammer to your rib cage
I don't play on them streets
Walk around with a snub
I murk some, hurt somebody, because
Nothing fazing me, you crazy
I have you eatin' blood
I come back with two and
Make you feel the slug reach for your gun
Get your body where you stand
Don't let the man gas you up
Nigga get blammed
I don't play with the Muller
I put it right between your eyes
Nigga the Ruger, I cut back and squeeze
Until the clip is empty
I leave yo' ass six feet deep
Nigga don't tempt me
I stray 'cause I used to move weight
I'm fucking street hustler, nigga
Prowise, nigging all night, nigga
Making dough is all I know
I was told to stack chips
Keep it tight, lit, fuck police
G's never snitch
Dressin' on black at night, camouflage
Creep through the streets
Pulling strings like guitars
Niggas get robbed, they ain't 'bout that life
And their records don't sell
'cause they not that nice
Think twice if you're contemplating
Flexin' on me that's sweet, you know I keep
'em texts on me, nigga
Spragniony chce wody, tonący nawet brzytwę
W walce o dobrobyt skory
Nawet z gardła wydrze
Na wybujałym ego, ślepy nie zna granic
Nie pytaj dlaczego ma zakadowane ranić
W ciemnym zakamarku czai się zło wszelakie
Zwykle po pijaku wyjdzie
Że to nie przyjaciel
Kobieta wystawi nieraz na ciężką próbę
Testuje cierpliwość
Licho zajdzie ci za skórę
Zazwyczaj różnica gołym okiem jest widoczna
Bywa, że nie świta, z cicha ukaże całokszałt
Z boku lepiej widać, można się zapomnieć
W życiu byś nie pomyślał
Że to prawda w oczy kole
Na pięciu życzliwych ze trzech nie do końca
Rozerwana klisza, sfałszowany kontakt
Czasem mało słońca, tak zwane reality
Myślimy podobnie, Nizioł i Mobb Deep'y