Текст, перевод и аккорды “Heart Of Stone”
- [Chorus: U-God] I got a heart of stone, flesh and bone Red skin tone, rap syndrome [U-God] I'm that street sweeper, dope beat finder Forty four piece, keep on pushing with a meat grinder Heat mizer, to all you competitors You regular, regular, I'm ten steps ahead of ya Return of the predator, let me demonstrate Make niggaz spill blood like women menunstrate And I'm, fresh out the gate, guess who trunkin' through If he fight to the death, I'mma buckle you Yea, I'm all stressed out, I'm not confortable I don't play by your rules, I stick and move Everyday that you do, catches up to you I want my cake and eat it too, stop the game Leave bruises on your neck, when I pop your chain Yeah, the hunger/pain, make me an awesome thug I'm my own verdict, fuck the jury, the judge Yeah, hear me loud, I bring fury to clubs [Chorus] [U-God] I rap gritty, cuz the city's infested I got the city trapped, trapped in my deathgrip When the tech spit, we bang out excedrin Yeah, you wet kid, the aftershock's around ya Can't wait to let off, the eighteen pounder The bulldog growler, potato on the end I don't turn belly up, or jelly on a friend They held me in the pens, twenty three hour options Locked in, now I'm in the top ten I'll never bend, heads give up When I, see ready for, dead in the dust I throw up the crust, then I shatter they mask It's a must, it's a must, that I shoot fast, come on! [Chorus] [U-God] The streets is like Satan, I'm from the Hill Cuz people keep hating, cuz I score at will Don't fuck with new niggaz, I figured they wired I set 'em on fire, like the name was Pryor I'm a livewire brother, that's something superb Want a glass room mansion, up in New Jers' Puff a dutch and an herb, stay in touch with ya bird In an all black Phantom, crushing the curbs Spill my guts on my word, cuz my measure is lethal From the Oooh Building, my Resident Evil Throw consecutive free throws, I'm poppin' the Don Better, clear the way, another blow from the Arm And don't be alarmed, when I'm scrappin' this CREAM With knicks the size of ice cubes, taking your fiends And I popped out the rifle and M-16 You see me on the screen with the Charlie's Angels All in the closet, keep nothing but Kangols Catch him in Bahamas eating all the mango's Call in for drama, bring on the pay load [Chorus 2X]
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