Текст песни Valley of Death - Fat Joe
Aiyyo
they
left
me
for
dead
I
mushed
the
roaches
and
the
maggots
I
can
still
remember
shovels
spillin
dirt
above
(this
bastard?)
I
waited
for
an
answer,
but
god
ain′t
call
I'm
hearing
demons
and
the
devils
and
the
shots
they
call
They
want
crack;
I
hopped
out
the
casket,
that′s
it
Time
for
some
actions,
consequences
very
tragic
I
call
my
crew
the
Darkside,
we
all
ride
Keep
them
other
crews
running
running
like
the
far
side
Triple
Black
Louis
V's
provided
by
the
suit
in
these
Walking
through
the
desert
conversating
like
it's
you
and
me
Kanye
shrug,
paparazzi
taking
pictures
See
it
in
my
mugshot;
Mob
Boss
slash
killer
Triple
Beam
entrepeneur,
they
live
for
only
pure
The
prowls
only
cure,
fiends
keep
fiending
more
Wake
up
every
morning
same
motherfuckin
time
Thinkin′
money,
get
money,
got
money
on
my
mind
Fo′
Five
on
my
hip,
Nine
on
the
other
side
Thinkin'
money,
take
money,
make
money
all
the
time
Middle
finger
to
the
sky
screaming
fuck
the
other
side
Thinkin′
money
get
money,
got
money
on
my
mind
BC's
filled
with
leeches,
strategic
moves
To
capture
niggas
for
the
deeds
we
do
And
the
cars
we
drive
Red
Ferrari
California
on
my
way
to
arizona
Mexicano
at
the
border
I
used
to
play
a
good
Blair
Witch
on
a
nigga
Dump
your
body
in
the
woods,
dare
snitch
on
a
nigga
Listen;
Black
mask,
black
gloves,
rubber
duct
tape
Put
you
where
the
spare
tire
be
at;
trunk
space
Can
heaven
be
just
a
distant
memory
They
say
you
live
a
fast
life
but
death′ll
come
eventually
I
guess
in
my
past
life
I
wasn't
listening
cause
this
the
Fuck
Tha
Police,
judges,
P.O.′s
and
the
witnesses
Heronious
charge,
an
Appolonian
broad
Another
day
in
the
life,
another
bitch
to
minage
Get
money[4x]Crack!
Coca
baby!
Reportin'
live
from
the
mothafuckin'
desert
nigga!
Brushin′
the
motherfuckin′
dirt
off
my
clothesss
You
see
death
in
my
eyes,
nigga?
I
got
that
AR-15
and
I
won't
hesitate
to
kill
a
nigga
Cool
N′
Dre
on
this
one
bitches!
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