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old soul - ras kass, rj payne & havoc كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: havoc]
f_ck fire, n_gga, i am the light
front on me, somebody gon’ be dyin’ tonight
the sideways talkin’, catch you on the sidewalk
walkin’ to hit you with that iron from mike
never pick sweet guns, grab riches and run
bag b_tches for fun, that sh_t never get old
since a youngin’ had an old soul sneakin’ sips of mommy old gold
we was built on the low, graduated to the hennessy
too much of that sh_t will have everybody lookin’ like the enemy
f_ck dodgeball, we was tryna dodge felonies
ever was a cure, then hip_hop was the remеdy
remember mе? remember p
had ’em shook representin’ from qb
back when ‘pone_n_noreaga was war reportin’
nas was illmatic, we was all just startin’
and y’all wasn’t important, matter of fact you forfeit, n_gga count your losses
goin’ against the grain, got nothing to gain
manufacture the pain that your clique felt at funerals, all y’all removable
brains on the floor like pigeon sh_t in new york
clowns couldn’t take it, had ’em packin’ up them u_hauls
murder queens sh_t, n_ggas be snitchin’ and singin’
so now we got to make ’em remix
what the f_ck he say? we be right back
n_gga want smoke? all good, let me light that
show you how to strike a match, project n_ggas strike back
do it in a day or we can hit you with a night cap
years in the field done grow a n_gga’s thick skin
and laughin’ at the gossip comin’ out of grown men
pretend for them hoes but not over here
sh_t’ll get your motherf_ckin’ head blown clear
[verse 2: ras kass]
grew up in them eastside trenches
lot of barbed wire fences, lot of dark skin b_tches (watts up!)
watts to carson turnin’ young boys savage
’cause patchwerks atlanta was the patch of the cabbage
new kid in the blood hood feudal
kept my cortez neutral, eighth grade with the, you know
snuck the .38 revolver in my locker for the bullies
barracudas, almost became the first school shooter
i’m not a k!ller but don’t push me
i’m a sag member, i’m a smart n_gga with a bad temper
my baby face growin’ gray whiskers
but if you don’t get older every year just means you dead already, b_tch n_gga
your baby mom’s a chicken and her motherf_ckin’ mom a bigger bird, that make your son a t_rducken
no stove top stuffing, rappers got beaks fallin’ out they t__th from c_cksuckin’
the streets don’t love nothing
but n_ggas is hardheaded, concrete concussions
with 16 going on 30, heard me?
platters of the dope just to come home early

[verse 3: rj payne]
yeah! straight out of southwest philly, made it a different way
them white boys was chasin’ us home, labeled it n_gga day
that all stopped when we turned grown and catered to trigger play
tradin’ a chick a day, gettin’ faded, hate was the giveaway
i’m talkin’ revealin’ the awkwardest feelings
i had to fight to walk in the building in morton and tilden
we had to go to war with the villains, unfortunate k!llings
resorted to dealing, just doin’ dirt was sort of fulfilling
bad temper from the loss of my mother, i don’t know how to cope
cloud of smoke, boxes of dutches, brother was loud and broke
to fight the power, n_ggas was pumpin’ that white powder coke
a bunch of youngins writin’ for hours, we gave the cowards hope
the streets gave me recognition as a rider
look at my life as the definition of survivor
the young boys that never listen to they fathers
that almost went to prison with the robbers
real talk! i had to pray through my fears
no matter what a n_gga still made a way through the years
rollin’ up back to back and take away the despair
i’ve been thankin’ god i got to see this gray in my beard
it’s payne!

- old soul

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