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  • © Copyright Дёмин Валерий Евгеньевич (nik_crusher@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 19/11/2005. 0k. Статистика.
  • Автор музыки: Дёмин Валерий Евгеньевич
  • Исполняет: Дёмин Валерий Евгеньевич

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    Da Real G

     
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  • Автор текста: Da Lil' Hood
  • Автор музыки: Da Lil' Hood
  • Исполняет: Da Lil Hood
  • Прослушать:[mp3,960k]
  • Год написания: 2005
  • Жанр: Рэп
  • How Come.. we don't even talk no more
    And you don't even call no more
    We don't barely keep in touch at all
    And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
    And I heard it through the grapevine.. we ain't even beefin now
    After all the years we've been down.. ain't no way no how
    This bullshit cant be true
    We family.. ain't a damn thing changed.. unless its you!
    
    [Verse 1 - Eminem]
    We were so young 
    So full of life and vibrance 
    Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
    So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
    When Ronnie died you was right by my side 
    With a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes 
    And a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it 
    You even had the same type of childhood I did 
    Sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours 
    And mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it 
    We grew up, grew apart as time went by us 
    And I blew up to both yours and mines surprises
    Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it
    Much as your pride tries to hide it
    Your cold your touch is just like ice 
    And your eyes is a look of resentment
    I can sense it and I don't like it
    
    [Chorus - Eminem]
    
    [Verse 2 - Kon Artis]
    It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse 
    On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
    Fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first
    For I let him disrespect me, or check me over some 
    Worst some bitch that I wasn't with
    I woulda hit it and quit
    But you were p'aing to talk with her and tell her she was the shit
    I told you don't get involved with her
    You would smoke in the car with her
    Coming outta the bar with her
    Stumbling half drunk
    Like y'all was husband and wife or somethin
    But me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something
    Cause you were offin' your mouth to people like you wanted with me
    When all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty
    And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced
    You acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose
    But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth
    Dont hate the game or the player
    The one thats changing is you
    
    [Chorus - Eminem]
    
    [Verse 3 - Proof]
    Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop
    Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block
    And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
    So they gossip on the porch
    Get ta speaking all rude fools I used to rap wit all expect magic
    Like my finger get to snappin
    And poof it just happen 
    But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown 
    Shady made it so my babies aint starving at home 
    See the devil in your glance
    Since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence 
    Thats forever till the end 
    I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies 
    Aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise
    (HOW COME) When you talk it's with bitter and spite?
    (AND HOW COME) It's my fault for what you did with your life? 
    And everytime I go to hear you play, you look away 
    We barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face
    
    
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