Текст песни 5 x 5 - Black Damien

Your sister had a crush on me like the soda
If I reciprocate our friendship would be over
Saw you in communion with a strap
That act made my respect lower
But it still was a pleasure to know ya
Ant bka Keith to be brief
Kept a pistol in your briefs
While some were yelling hail to the chiefs
Saw you robbing youngins in the streets
While I was in the window drinking
Rock Creek peach
Thinking life is a beach
Yours was a war
Flipping raw before G Star Raw
Around the time of Snoop
And Salt and Pepa Shoop
We both thought Pepa was cute
A red girl we tried to knock her boots
On a quest for loot
In 40 below Tim boots
I had the butters
You had the Jodeci joints
Fashion was splashing
Legs would point
The preacher should anoint you
And point you
Point the joint with who
Pughie a bad influence
Used to play hoops with him and students
But after I graduated I ain't seen you since
Flip the calendar to 2004
My man Scoobie I saw
At the Fifth Street liquor store
Told me you were running with dudes in VA
Got shot in the back over a rack
And in peace you lay
In my chest the pain stay
Like the 42 I purchased that day
Saw your sister on Facebook
To erase the images weeks it took
Now I'm the mirror I must look

Damn slim that was my bruh
But hey

Real youngins don't die we 5 X 5
On bruh never drag my guys real live
Real youngins don't die we 5 X 5
On bruh never drag my guys real live
Real live real live real but hey
But hey