Текст песни Trouble Man (feat. Vinia Mojica) - Inspectah Deck feat. Vinia Mojica

Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently, serving twenty-nine to life
Ducking the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night
The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped
Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowing through the night
The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity
Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty
Hitting hard, liquor's God, niggas plotting on the come off
And come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper
And slide like she doin up and down the railing
Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailing
The clock's ticking, somebody's on the block snitching
The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen
Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl
Cause I married this life and she's my whole world

It's just a sign of the times
Calmly listen, to these lines
I'm going out of my mind
Living, the street life

Aiyyo, aiyyo
Make me wanna holla way they do my life
My life, is like a carousel one endless night
Where most die for pies, some holding their chrome
A large percent die for causes not even their own
When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone
Long live the INS clone they working on
Till then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant
Showing the weapon, this saga had no story ending
It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell shots propel
The one that missed me got Chanel
In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor
The music is the simulator, facing the user
I do it for those who walk the same road
And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose
No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows
I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed
If I could do it again, I'd probably do it the same
Thought I was through with the game, I'm going through it again
The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it

It's just a sign of the times
Calmly listen, to these lines
I'm going out of my mind
Living, the street life

Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave
The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave
Made my home in the heart of it
Move like Seagal, "Hard Target"
Most want no part of it, it's logic
Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit
Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this
Maintain and remain sane
In the cold world where the rules ain't changed
Still Rebel to society, government be eyeing me
They probably watching me right now as I'm speaking
But all I'm guilty of is teaching you the truth
They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend
The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
In it from the scrimmage, living it, loving every minute
And every hour, till the powers that be
Eventually stress me to the death
"Y'all know the science right?"
"Death with the intellect"
"Aight. aight."
"Represent, I make it hot"
"13th chamber specialist from the Bricks"

It's just a sign of the times
Calmly listen, to these lines
I'm going out of my mind
Living, the street life

Street life. so trife
Street life. for life
Feels like. feels like
My paradise
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