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letras de 57th street rogue dog villians – trooper

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[verse 1: short nitty]
[?] 28 years of the struggle
that the game and the age where i was forsed to go hustle
had a b~tch named [?], gave me 13 [?]
[?] raise h~ll till n~ggas [?]
[?]
[?] but don’t panic
[?] send my dead body home
told my og to be strong, [?]
f~ck it, n~gga this the life a soldier chose
go to war for his folks
[?] until my caskit close
[?] with my leg in my grave
must be brave [?], raised to be crazy
so i played the game like i played it
[?] player hater [?]
much love to my rhyme makers
wise words from my mama [?]
[?] when there’s drama
in it to win it, but it ending before i begin it
[?] when i’m finished
all these drive bye shootings [?]
[?] with that ruger [?]

[chorus: short nitty]
i guess this war’s on, i guess this motherf~ckin war’s on
i guess it’s on now
i guess this motherf~ckin war’s on, i guess it’s on
[verse 2: short nitty]
i still feel like they ain’t hearing me
[?] artillery
[?] hunt down my enomy
[?] trooper from mazury
thought these b~tch n~ggas knew me [?]
[?] when it’s on, n~gga load your pistols and ride
[?] your targets [?]
till that b~tch n~gga dies
if he lives, ain’t no telling if he’s coming back
9 times out of 10, he’ll begin [?] back
n~ggas ain’t known for having their vest on
on the corners all alone, now they chest gone
[?] motherf~cker you’s a buster if you ain’t aiming and stuff
i be dambed if i [?] without leaving [?]
thugs in the slums [?]
[?] he’s gone, [?]
i seen plenty n~ggas turn out to be [?] n~ggas
[?] slave n~ggas, not with the grave diggers
damb, i wonder when they’ll smoke me
put my name on a tumstone, a soldier that stood street
[?] shooters
my neighborhood is full of motherf~ckers that was born to be troopers

[chorus: short nitty]
i guess this war’s on, i guess this motherf~ckin war’s on
i guess it’s on now
i guess this motherf~ckin war’s on, i guess it’s on
[verse 3: big scoob]
be prepared for world war 3 [?]
[?] you can’t f~ck with me
keep on trying [?]
[?] my enomies, [?]
cause it’s f~cking with me mentally
got me ready to squeeze
[?]
[?], in case you n~ggas try half of me
you done p~ssed off the wrong n~gga
that’s my [?] trigger
take your b~tch, and send that ass to the grave digger
imma bail till i [?] n~gga
catch you on your corner, you’s a goner
who you gonna tell, n~gga?
ever since i was born, i had to stand strong
daddy’s gone, so i’m coming from a broken home
that’s why i’m high till i land
with my own plan
gun in my hand
with no regards for the other man
and i’m knowing that the tables got to turn
a trooper’s coming for my life, a young shooter tryna earn [?]
but i refuse to rest in peace, forever young, all my troopers grab your guns, and go to war for me
hit them blocks with them chops, murdering my foes
war’s what they chose, when they f~cking with these rogues

[chorus: short nitty]
i guess this war’s on, i guess this motherf~ckin war’s on
i guess it’s on now
i guess this motherf~ckin war’s on, i guess it’s on

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