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frenzo harami - saari raat (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 _ 2pac]
follow me, tell me if you feel me
i think n_ggas is tryin’ to k!ll me
picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
keepin’ it real, and even if i do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
see, n_ggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
that used to be real, but now they petrified b_tches
i’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
listen to ron, the only dj that can calm me
constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
i’m trapped in the storm and f_ck the world ’til i’m gone
b_tches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn
i’m bustin’ on giuliani, he rubbin’ my n_ggas wrong
and then it’s on, before i leave, picture me
i’m spittin’ at punk b_tches and hustlin’ to be free
watch me set it, n_ggas don’t want it, you can get it
bet it make these jealous n_ggas mad i said it
this thug life n_gga, we don’t cater to you hoes
f_ck with me and have a hundred motherf_ckers at yo’ do’ with 44’s
hahahahaha, yeah, n_gga! thug life!

[verse 2 _ frenzo]
in the sanctuary, i just banged a jezzy
i’ve got her coming back like makaveli
she wanna stay the night, i wanna lay the pipe
late at night, big d_ck she’s got stage fright
next day she was limping, scrimping
plush restaurants, we’ve got the shrimp in
they’re acting like they’ve never seen a paki pimping, stinking
connect don’t speak, he’s just blinking
cocaine i was sprinkling
pimp that b_tch out until she’s wrinkling
looking for a pie to put my finger in, mingling
when i was in pen i could hear the keys jingling, tingling
smoking on mimosa, just ate a samosa, i tell her come closer
this fast ting ain’t fitting in the holster, no sir, sticky like a poster
we’ve got mob ties like la cosa nostra, hit you with the toaster
[verse 3 _ the notorious b.i.g]
i’m hard, jehovah said i’m barred from the pearly gates
f_ck him, i didn’t wanna go to heaven anyway
but my momma got me on my knees with my hands gripped
talkin’ bout some “praise the lord” sh_t
hail mary, f_ck her, i never knew her
i’d probably screw her and dump her body in the sewer
our father, my pops stuck up dope spots big, black, and mean
with the fifth by the gabardine
what you expected from his next of kin
i’m loco bro, but ain’t no mexican
i got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
a shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while i’m sh_ttin’
the lesson from the smith & wesson is depressin’
n_ggas keep stressin’, the same motherf_ckin’ question
how many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start to shake, ron g, stop the break

[verse 4 _ big l]
i be that young, pretty fly, smooth, glorious kid
a bad boy, just like notorious b.i.g
i’ll roc_a_fella like shawn carter
with more game than ron harper
the bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
while y’all be on the corners bummy and high
i be out buyin’ the finest sh_t money can buy
you wish you was in a position that i’m in
hot rhymin’, diamonds shinin’, autograph signin’
my lifestyle is far out
every week, bring a different car out
i go to nightclubs and buy the bar out
uh, cause i keep cream, i’m large on the street scene
every time i touch mics you hear all the freaks scream
yeah, yeah; big l, harlem’s finest, yeah
that n_gga who hold it down for uptown
[outro _ 2pac]
hahahaha, this how we do it out here
on this underground real sh_t n_gga, it’s the heat n_gga
now rewind this motherf_cker, you know you can’t help it
deadly combination bwoy

- frenzo harami

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