Представляем точный текст композиции "At All Times" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fiend . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «At All Times» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fiend передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fiend - "At All Times"
Lyrics to At All Times : Welcome to New Orleans Or should I say where the fiends live Home of the No Limit Soldiers My name is Fiend Yall cluckers better get ready for this Welcome to a soldier world What we do what we do The hood go feel me on this one They know if you get in the way of my paper chasin Knowin it aint no escape from a hungry baby in ya face So I love the place Gun sparks thru New Orleans dark So death my gat shoot ya Cause of the color of my heart Have to put a fool on the floor And I wont ignore Cause Fiend is my name What made me do it I live like that That dope he go have to charge it to da game Nigga Im a man So I have to have some born sense To be a provider No Limit rider When they hollar 17th survior Bout my dollars Fuck the pride I done got me a key Funny how you got a 1000 grams How the dope heads just wanta be me Wanna kill me A young g With a half a nerve About to act a fucking donkey just for half a bird Thats my word Smoking backwoods filled with erb Hanging later than street lights posted up on the curb The ultimate serve Getting it off all in a week Time to re up So Im go be up Getting the grind in the streets Nigga! [Chorus x2] I keep my strap on me at all times(and I aint lying)(I aint lying) I keep my strap on me at all times(and I aint dying)(I aint dying) Nigga who lied and told ya these streets was safe We about to burn the chase In all the place Go be leavin discrace Watch what happen to who dare to step in my face Strong arming for space Which shop Im go leave them baggin grams Im a bad man Strap in my hand Give me some mad plans Picture my city Surrounded by crimnals And then some Im go have to hit one And back them bitches off with my m-one Them domes!!!! domes!!!!!! Thats what he caught Have to lay him in chalk Should seen Serv Insurance should of been bought What the FUCK you thought That Fiend State ya rank The silent private That be pistol whippin niggas down to the ground Till there bodies turn blue and violet My greed is violent!! Born with plans to be ' When the folks come Im go leave it Got him in the headlock Some niggas ' 911 go need it My nine my only justice Rollin past screamin fuckers My nine stang a nigga quick like some nunchucks I dont give a fuck Brang ya boys and ya another gat Youll be suckin up stains Beware of my nigga Mr.40 cal Well!!!! [Chorus til end] [ At All Times Lyrics ]
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