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husalah - street story كلمات الأغنية

[intro: husalah]
street story
said i don’t wanna die
turn my mic up, yeah
yo, a million stories, he said i don’t wanna die
yo, yo, a million stories
my n_ggas in the o, yo, a million stories in the street

[verse 1: husalah]
he said i don’t wanna die i got kids, i wanna live
but now his seed is alone, they split his motherf_ckin’ wig
i know you think that it’s awful what them young n_ggas done did
but it’s rogue, n_gga
that’s how it go, that’s how it is in the coke biz
yokin’ in the chev’, four heads
more lead than the second grade gettin’ bread
running from feds, k!llers get together and chop mob life bids, n_gga
yo, a million stories
all i do is get paper, it’s really all i do, i spit scriptures
fight a war, live through pain
life’s the same, it won’t change, the mob life
we gain the most, but in the end, you feel the most pain
no matter what you clean up, it’s still dirty
n_ggas die early, catch thirty
forbidden to f_ck where the stuff is dirty, i know you n_ggas heard me
yo, it’s the mob figa husalah husalah
the dope game, cocaine hustler, hustler
the burner, glove, black mask, husalah husalah
the big block pozi rip, husalah, sucka, yo
this for my n_ggas, my n_ggas, this for my savs, for k!llers
1_4_1_5 gorillas, we just monsters, yo, demo
[bridge: husalah]
kings of this earth
come to yourself, you cannot chase every skirt ’til you inherit your wealth
woman on this hour is your meditation
feed the black child, the future generation
how we do this with growing hate and hunger
but husalah has been lasting longer

[verse 2: husalah]
yo, i’m straight mobbin’ through your motherf_ckin’ block
my young n_ggas come comp but keep my chopper c_cked
another page in the book from a fourth_generation crook
designed to be a hustler, keepin’ you n_ggas shook
he was on the right track, but he got his head bust but it’s like that
so wipe that tear on your face, n_gga, we gangstas
the harsh reality means the streets ain’t pretty
i’ll survive, i wish i could keep my real n_ggas with me
the gang got him, it’s over, now my heart feel empty
he grew up with your n_gga, his comp up in me
i gotta tune up my rap every f_ckin’ year
lace these n_ggas, make sure that these suckers feel
same time, keep snitches out your world business
learn the sense if a man got more in him
and if you sense a real n_gga got cut in him
he ain’t a real n_gga, shake him, don’t f_ck with him
some n_ggas you think thorough be havin’ cut in ’em
but you’s a sucker, too, if you choose to f_ck with him
n_gga, this sh_t here ain’t for play, this is real life
understand that some n_ggas getting k!lled tonight
somewhere the devil is doing dirt tonight
no, and this ain’t church, doing the chop’s work
only god can save you from laying in the dirt
allah u akbar is what i holler every time i go out
don’t be the n_gga with his brains blowed out, n_gga
[verse 3: the jacka]
i’ve been carrying ‘caine since, since like ’91
f_ck school when summer come, i don’t think i’m returnin’
only twelve, but i’m learnin’ islamic scriptures
seek a lot and keep from burnin’, try and teach my n_gga
some don’t feel me ’cause they say i smoke too much
but my n_gga truly try and keep in touch
lost my mind the first time i clutched
heartwarming place, such a beautiful face
but she never knew too much
’cause her brainwashed father never knew enough, word

- husalah

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