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    Текст песни Dres (Formerly Of Black Sheep) - New York City Niggas

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    see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got
    the bite when I write I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm
    outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then
    proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin
    rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin
    money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew
    moving
    just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor
    when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and
    soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When
    rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock
    dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley
    Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we
    got the
    tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries
    lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but
    the
    fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City
    niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and
    dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so
    me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few
    get
    roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the
    host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -
    they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our
    team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A.
    ....They
    supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we
    play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to
    bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As
    money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin
    while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or
    corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink
    your
    battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for
    the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids
    that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they
    do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn
    around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be
    tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave
    their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for
    what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the
    earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't
    deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we
    don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the
    nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I
    love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still
    you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away
    from
    Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in
    Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas
    like
    they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke
    holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of
    untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme
    rocker..I gets
    up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin
    like a
    sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with
    the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many
    a
    thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning
    babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the
    seldom
    walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New
    York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's
    living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2

    Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is
    quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal
    bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your
    hero...but
    yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to
    shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn
    your lights out HOOK
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