Представляем точный текст композиции "Itch Or Scratch" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fiend . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Itch Or Scratch» — 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 - "Itch Or Scratch"
Lyrics to Itch Or Scratch : (feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect) [Master P] Niggaz, see this one here' You see this one here' Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherfuckin board I dont give a fuck where you from Its how you come If you want the hook up, this how its goin down Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac Yall gonna feel this [Chorus: x4] Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper Soldiers live life to the fullest fo they take ya P, I wasnt made for this world Im in it like lifetimes before mine For sure, crime, ya made me' Then grudgenly enslave me Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts To each, his own I thought my peace was with my chrome But is knowin my homies souls, the rest are gone Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn Rappin, but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn All alone, dealin with some types of risk That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth Now get this, how can I ease the pain' And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!) [Chorus x2] So what you want soldier' Close your eye, make a wish Nigga tryin to come up, is like tryin to drown a fish When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin and never shook Flip the wrong page on me, Ill close ya book Hold the po for us, got the 5-0s to show for us Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs And spit, this for my nigga Meeks, still in the hood Told me to give him the hook up, shit aint lookin that good I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart Forgive me for sins, I was only playin my part Ive been to war before, but survival is never for sure Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor' I never know, so Im dessed up, when I walk the city streets To keep the heat, for peace Im on the seat 21 at least nigga [Chorus x2] Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap' Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it aint about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born in this world of sin I played the cards I was given, aint got a quarter so Im stuck in it Ghetto livin still find time to smile through it all Prayin up to the good lord, humbley yours And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart Got the game from the start, hopin it dont tear me apart Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile He want it, I want it, I aint the only nigga on it Only nigga hungry A trooper tryin to make it better For me and mine, within my time So when they take my lifeline, dont trip, I lived it to the fullest And made every kind of man feel glock wehn he pulled this [Chorus till end [ Itch Or Scratch Lyrics ]
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