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Role Of Ya Lifetime - текст песни



Role Of Ya Lifetime


(feat. Solomon Childs)



[Intro: Cappadonna]

Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City

Slow your roll, it's my word

Slap all ya niggaz, I hate ya'll

Aiyo, aiyo



[Cappadonna]

These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt

It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a fuck

Cuz my niggaz be on the block, ready to rock

We got big bags of ready on us, one glock

Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off

I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff

Me and my thug niggaz, too chipped off

Staten Island be the land of the lost

You can't front, you can't floss

S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty

It's a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick

Feel my pain, if you know about this shit

Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress

We keep ratchets, and like niggaz up north, we fuck a fat bitch

We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish



[Chorus x2: Solomon Childs]

The building of the most powerful dynasty

We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer

Or maybe the world just never heard of you

Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime



[Interlude: Solomon Childs (Cappadonna)]

Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga

(Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga



[Cappadonna]

Yo, all ya'll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya'll ain't shit

You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip

Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips

You don't know me, I don't fuck around with ya'll, homie

You can't hold me, fake ass niggaz owe me

Big Don from the group home

Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone

All ya'll hatin' ass niggaz, get one in your dome

Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone

I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone

So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech

And run around the blocks and demand respect

It's the who? Nigga, Jay Bird, that's my word

I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb

Staten Island niggaz be the most superb

Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb



[Chorus x2]



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