Marilia Adamaki
Marilia Adamaki - Feel It In The Air songtekst
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[Styles P:] Sort of like the wind blowing Man get shot in the head That's the end for em Like ghost face on da them purple tapes Everybody working late Tryin to make perculate Like da kite on a *breazy day Did things the fast way To live like the esay way But it don't sound right to me So I gotta pray to god dat he show da light to me Dat the cops going come soon Real hot outside somebody ganna pop soon Sombody get locked up tryin to get rich So those bricks gettin chopped up Like segal in the sell n***** he can feel the evil right now he up in hell n***** U sayin go hard or go home S*** you the gost stayin floating in ya own zone [Jadakiss:] Either U a Fellin Or You dead Or u tellin Or runnin behind A nappy headed bitch who be tellin I don't want to relax with the stars I just want the finances to match with the bars(come on) The drought is commin Bullets went through his back and out his stomach(Un) The world keeps turnin B One in the box and one in the infermory(yeah) But dust juice is bite'n I need me a 3 liter More money for me Then I can really turn it up on Em' With 20's a C Hate'n in the worst ahy Shorties commin home violate'n on they first day Light'n the purple, Tight'n ya circle(un huh) Cause when the hate'n commin frome home base It hurt chu [Sheek Louch:] Ayo, I see the scheme'n They think um dreamin But I ain't sleepin Um watchin them 2 I get out the car to get a cigar They think it sweet cause I ain't with my crew(watup dawg) The hammers on me but I don't want beef I swear to god um just passing through(ain't Nun) I hear them talkin about my chain So If he go for it what umma do? Can U feel it can u feel it The time thy gone give me if this nigga try to steal They think um rich they want my bitch They want my car they think umma star Police is watching they want me to clap And kill this young boy and screw up my rap Um hearin Sigel inside my head He tellin me chill my eyes is red DAMN DAMN!