Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sacrifice, artist - Group Home. Album song Livin' Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ffrr
Song language: English
Sacrifice |
| Yo! |
| This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt |
| Check it out |
| It is ok that we make mistakes |
| No one on this level is perfect |
| It is ok to cry and make mistakes |
| That is part of bein of a human being |
| We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come |
| So everyone who doubt in thee |
| I’m just sayin: fuck you! |
| (Interlude Cuts): |
| Our society is fucked up |
| They’re fuckin our brothas |
| This is-s-s, this is white society |
| They’ve, problem, us, uh |
| This shit ain’t no god damn accident |
| This shit wears niggas out too hard |
| This shit was created for us |
| This shit was created to make niggas tweak |
| It must be something in the… the nigga blood or something |
| This shit… these ni-ni-niggas, ni-ni-niggas |
| (Verse 1: Absaloot) |
| Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sunz be sons |
| May the biggest man be the man with the biggest guns |
| To elevate my mindstate, and take the weight |
| Cock back two gats, it’s power moves to make |
| I sacrifice the lifestyle, that I’m livin |
| For all the real shit and drama that been givin |
| For years, I never faked jax with fear |
| Step to my missions, man to man, act my own age |
| One for one, go for yours, blow for blow |
| All out schemes to see the big doe |
| Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, man |
| Word up, yo, uh. |
| (Verse 2: Melachi The Nutcracker) |
| Here’s a lesson from God, show 'em how we roll hard |
| This life I must sacrifice with the death squad |
| It’s all about yo gettin mines no fuckin' doubt |
| And all y’all fake fuckin niggas need to break out |
| Word up, yo, I kill you in a battle |
| Deadly like a rattlesnake |
| But I don’t rattle |
| Here’s a saddle for the ride of ya life |
| And if you don’t know me, I think you better think twice |
| You better step or check for someone else |
| When you step in my trap, you wreck yourself |
| Here’s the wealth, good health and the money |
| You funny, like that fuckin dummy Bugs Bunny |
| Feel my wrath, here’s my ass in the cold draft |
| Cause I love to blast, and I love to crash |
| Everyday we do it around my way |
| Have no time to play, I just fade away… |
| I sacrifice my lifestyle |
| (Interlude Cuts: |
| Hey, you can’t change anything |
| Just goin' on, you know what… |
| Hope y’all… don’t let TV take over your minds |
| Le-learn and think for yourself) |
| (Verse 3: Absaloot) |
| Ain’t nothing sweet, you and death’ll meet |
| Fuckin with the streets, shit’s real |
| We know the deal so we pack steel |
| We be the individuals livin relentless |
| Packin automatic weapons and bullet proof vests |
| Me and my crew got to live & prove |
| Livin Proof- so I choose not to fake moves |
| I make moves and break rules if I have to |
| No dough, so I got the gat pointed at you |
| By any means I’m out for cream |
| And willin to do sticks, catch vicks |
| Because I’m on some trife shit |
| Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordup |
| (Outro: Absaloot) |
| The absolute Nutcracker |
| The boogie-woogie body snatchas |
| Yea, to my nigga Deputy |
| Getting that paper, know what I’m sayin? |
| My nigga Headquarters |
| Smily, the Ghetto Child |
| Brainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh |