Представляем точный текст композиции "Crosses Artist" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Steady Mobbn . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Crosses Artist» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Steady Mobbn передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Steady Mobbn - "Crosses Artist"
Lyrics to Crosses Artist : (feat. Full Blooded) [Crooked Eye] The bullet missed me, I was high when they tried to get me Had my nigga with me so them fools, they didnt hit me Got the scoop from Tito, took out Vito from the corner store With gold two toe, hit the floor, with four four So I had to hit the floor, and bullet holes tuckin car doors Me and B Mo out of pocket off of henny and coke The closest heat is about fifty seven deep Im mad as fuck, I cant come back after o.z. The nigga that hit was intended to get Was gettin told on (told on) by my homie on the mo phone The game twisted, niggas crossin each other Bullets they fly (fly), another nigga die Why (why) [Chorus] [Billy Bavgate] Niggas playin both sides Usually in the end A busta ass nigga die [Crooked Eye] Cross artists Aint no friends nigga Mistakes can cost your lives Niggas goin strike And every man got a prize [x2] [Full Blooded] I heard the shot shout, he took the bullets to his flab Whatever he had done it dont matter (dont matter) I seen him close his eyes before his body fell to the streets Thirty two round clips and it left him beat for weeks I roam the streets of a dead man And only ranging on the ground lies a frame ['''] brain Too many cross artists ass niggas Cant leave a house without the glock Too many dogs want Da Hound on my block I watch that bitch in the rental contenintal back fillin up with bullets Kinda knew it, it was my dog that pull it Criss crossing ass niggas puttin shit in the game And took the hit to the back by put the spit in my name [Chorus x2] [Billy Bavgate] Niggas playin both sides, usually in the end a buster ass nigga die A little nigga tryin to get his stripes The little young motherfucker love dumpin on site The O.G.s steady creepin from the sides Gunshots rang out, slip into the night with a cold gunfight See these niggas aint right, Ghost Town niggas ride Even when Im high, crazy ass thoughts in my mind When my own homie cross me in time Cause he think I make mo money nigga when I grind What the hell Im gettin jacked by the one time These some fucked up times If any nigga cross the game then he dies [Chorus x2] [ Crosses Artist Lyrics ]
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