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(feat. Royal Flush, Rah Fese) [Chorus: Godfather] I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street [Godfather a/k/a G.O.D.] Forgive me for thinkin this way in a foul state Live bay niggas try hard to escape Grab a taste, get blown 40 gate with this Infamous, murderous shit, the click leave gashes Up in this hard life style, similar to nun wild thuns with guns They bop to a silent beat, walk thru the slums at night Fully on point, animal instinct, ya lids blink Eyes shrink leary of my hood mentality I think like, eat like, sleep like street We battle with the beats till the cypher complete And, never the lessly, true tales come beneath P, peep this Petty dime niggas grow up to be rich Had the time to flip To the end we survive this, born with the liveness Asylus, some godness to be [Royal Flush] Letras de cancionesAll I wanna do is eatin it right, hold guns, fist fight Coke out at low price, runnin thru the red light Blast that blue and white, smoke dro wherever I like Car, mansions and bikes, shorties givin head right Pussy off the website, hundred thou on the pitfight With street palmers, six packs and two shotties Still hustle where I caught bodies, the black Gotti Queens I'm in the biz, Dirty South in the Caddy Lovin my life, fuck it if it's wrong or right Cocaine music, make ya sniff it all night Coast to coast flight, ATL a brick on my white Runnin from Vice, without a deal I still rock mics While I separate the real from ya clown type Bash you with chrome pipes, never been to jail or been sliced Platinum under ice, stand in the dark and make light You said you heard my rhyme? We gonna have to fight Cuz I just made the muthafucka up last night [Chorus] [Rah Fese a/k/a Hafice] Yo Allah forgive me, for my life beein so shifty Cuttin up fifties, bleed heat, and I try to see a nigga stick me The God be warfare, that left ya back twisted Packin that black biscuit, and get you ya cap twisted Words from all, my elders told me, want my batchers only at towns Remember words that my Grandma once told me Don't disregard the Bible, cuz it's all about survival And even I know Pharoah, will never find out where I hid the hydro Undercover still tryin to play hero, gettin chased for DeNiro Have ya heart below zero Cuz the hustle's a hastle, Pharoah will cut thru ya castle And try to bust you or bash you over a couple of capsules Times a rival, touchin my piece like a thief Cuz seven of soldiers in ghetto warfare found deceased [Chorus] From Letras Mania