Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generation, artist - Nas. Album song Napalm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Generation |
| Here that phone ring?, ha-ha |
| Ill Will y’all |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo |
| Ayo that’s the hood dawg |
| Hungry little niggas, like that’s the ghetto y’all |
| Slugs for Christmas, thugs cookin' up, usin' Mom’s dishes |
| Playin' with guns, hopin' dump-dumps |
| And run up on yo crib while you in it |
| He a little dunn-dunn, see he gon' grow up and be a menace |
| Operation at 12, miss 'em long in the penit |
| Give 'em a gun and you finished |
| See he the future, I don’t know when they come back |
| I give 'em a .9 ruger |
| On the block how to maneuver |
| And you gotta feed your dog, so they could be fat, who could move 'em |
| Hurt shit, use to the limit, gotta murk shit |
| Show his ass how to ride in the Hurst |
| All my life I put work in, pumpin' the servant |
| Fiends this is the life of a kid in the urban |
| Who fiends for the Porsche’s, Jeeps and Suburbans |
| Speedin' down the street, I ain’t tryin' to see curtains |
| Some dude’s live through it |
| Some dude’s could die |
| If you alone in that coffin — goodbye |
| Death could make a grown motha’fuckin' man cry |
| Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) |
| Some dude’s live through it |
| Some dude’s could die |
| If you alone in that coffin — goodbye |
| Death could make a motha’fuckin' grown man cry |
| Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) |
| Listen, death by inches, it’s off the hinges |
| I gotta say — shit push back on benches |
| My .40 caliber gotta spray |
| Whose that now?, who got found with a round? |
| In his forehead, tryin' to be down? |
| Mess up, and there will be more dead, try me clowns |
| When I catch 'em, yo I’m in ATL stompin' 'em out |
| What I’m about, try to see the sea off to see shores |
| Spots from the Bronx, to B-More |
| Tree off, to G-Four's, or Bentley’s with spinnin' doors |
| Defend my fans, damn I’m the fuckin' man |
| I held my grams and I deserved it |
| Held pistol in my hand and contribute to people mass murder |
| I try splurge, but that ain’t worth it, of workin' |
| But I continue to put work in |
| Some dude’s live through it |
| Some dude’s could die |
| If you alone in that coffin — goodbye |
| I put a gun to your eye, bullet to your head |
| To see if your motha’fuckin' brains could fly |
| Some dude’s live through it |
| Some dude’s could die |
| If you alone in that coffin — goodbye |
| Death could make a grown motha’fuckin' man cry |
| Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) |
| Some dude’s live through it |
| Some dude’s could die |
| If you alone in that coffin — goodbye |
| Death could make a motha’fuckin' grown man cry |
| Gotta seeyou on the other side (See you on the other side) |