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    RZA Fools текст песни


    From: mack10 mack10@amik.ru

    Intro: RZA]
    And I told him, «Don’t fuck with me, don’t fuck with me»
    Yo, yo..
    {*singing*} Everybody, everybody, everybody,
    Yo, come on..
    [Chorus: RZA {*singing*}]:
    Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
    There’s no exceptions to the rules
    Get your nines

    Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin..
    But in Brownsville..
    Check it out..

    Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out
    Everlast just came home, it was his first night out
    He was arguin’ with these bitches how they don’t mind their business
    When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit
    He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap
    That’s Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, «Fuck that»
    But finessin’ over here, he could’ve wished he had ten more years
    Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
    Everlast, ego went full blast, didn’t splash
    He’d act like his head was too big for the casket
    I told him, «Slow down God, you ain’t wild
    You ain’t been in these projects in a while
    Runnin’ ’round with that old school style»
    Don’t think these young bucks won’t lay you down like tile
    A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads
    Chopped faces, you talk fast — they bust off fast
    And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood
    Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin’ Hollywood?

    [Killa Sin]
    Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he ‘ttack
    Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back
    Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin’ buldge in his jacket
    Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats
    He nas’, passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac
    Said, «I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track»
    So strap this, nah, this bar’s a bullet, par pull it
    In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this

    [Solomon Childs]
    Boulevard life, remember late nights?
    Mama stomach touchin’ a bed, two bids
    Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack
    I’m askin’ Allah that the warm Hennessy help me
    I ain’t chose the struggle, the struggle chose me
    Lord forgive me fore I have stolen from my brothers
    Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
    Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool
    The +Older Gods+ givin’ me jewels
    The younger Gods givin’ me tools
    Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked
    To the drug dealers, my baby mother’s a flirt
    Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don’t hurt?
    That’s my problem now, I ain’t afraid to talk
    Still cop coke from the well Willy
    When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully
    ‘Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli’
    Now him and his click know that I’m a thug fully

    [Chorus x2: Solomon Childs]

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