| Still feel it
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| I just deal with it
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| Can’t even place a call to Zall
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| He would’ve been on all the tours, that’s my real nigga
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| He would’ve been on all the tours, that’s my real nigga
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| He would’ve been on all the tours, that’s my real nigga
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| Painkillers for the pain but I still feel it
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| Still suffer as a man, I just deal with it
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| Can’t even place a call to Zall, it feel different
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| He would’ve been on all the tours, that’s my real nigga
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| I got a couple quarter rims in the gravel chillin'
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| I want to see my brothers eat, we ain’t in competition
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| Fuck a label, I was turnin' down they proposition
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| They wasn’t talkin' 'bout no chicken, lot of faulty business
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| Roaches crawlin' through the dishes that we finna use
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| And Payless where my mama had me pickin' tennis shoes
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| After all that I been through, I ain’t finna lose
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| The streets feel like if I did it, they can do it too
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| Ayy it’s beyond bulletproof when it come to mines
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| Drop a hundred, take a hundred trips a hundred times
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| They yellin' death before dishonor, that’s a fuckin' lie
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| It ain’t no death before dishonor, motherfuckin' lie
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| It’s like the slums got a hold of me
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| I’m black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me
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| I lost the ones closest to me, now I’m soul-searching
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| Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship
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| The slums got a hold of me
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| I’m black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me
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| I lost the ones closest to me, now I’m soul-searching
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| Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship
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| Mama nigga kicked her out in the rain
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| Apologizing to me like she to blame
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| Should see the look on her face
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| Damn, now we gotta look for a place
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| Pops locked, he got booked for the yay
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| Got him cookin' the cake
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| Four nicky in the hoodie, I’m straight
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| You gon' need it, it ain’t up for debate
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| A lot of snakes out here
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| Homicide will come and case out here
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| They exterminating our race out here
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| Know you bang out of fear
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| For many years, sheddin' tears in this life
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| Conversating with the Lord for the spirit and lightning
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| Conversating with the Lord, tryna clear the indictment
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| They offer coffee and he told on the driver
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| Told on the shooter, he said he got a lil excited
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| Broke the code like he ain’t know a lot of honor in silence
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| We used to go on assignments
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| That ain’t righteous, I ain’t know you was like this
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| That ain’t righteous, I ain’t know you was like this
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| Yeah it be slimy like
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| It’s like the slums got a hold of me
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| I’m black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me
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| I lost the ones closest to me, now I’m soul-searching
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| Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship
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| The slums got a hold of me
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| I’m black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me
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| I lost the ones closest to me, now I’m soul-searching
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| Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Hearted , by - Mozzy. Song from the album Gangland Landlord, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп