Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Role of a Lifetime, artist - Cappadonna. Album song The Struggle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
Role of a Lifetime |
| Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City |
| Slow your roll, it’s my word |
| Slap all ya niggas, I hate ya’ll |
| Aiyo, aiyo |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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 niggas up north, we fuck a fat bitch |
| We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga |
| (Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga |
| 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 niggas owe me |
| Big Don from the group home |
| Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone |
| All ya’ll hatin' ass niggas, 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 niggas be the most superb |
| Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb |
| 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 |
| 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 |