Life Story — текст песни (Black Rob)

* originally on the _Slam_ soundtrack and _Bad Boy`s Greatest Hits_

I dare you
(Uh, Harlem Underworld)
To come against me
(Harlem Underworld)
I dare you
(Black Rob)
To defeat me
(Watch the whole thing unfold)
I dare you
(From 100th street)
To come for me
(To 200th)
You won`t win
(Manhattan)

Nigga`s got me sittin` on the roof
Eye trained, on scope, blessin` 100 proof
Hand on toes, `bout to roast
Some kids who flash like they assassins
Picked up my dough and b-ked this honey passin`
Got the spot on lock
Taking flicks around the corner
She made it where the spot ain`t hot
Like a potato, she got five-oh on the payroll
They sniffin` yeyo, I don`t know what to say, yo
There they go in front of the store
Dressed in black shit
Some like theys are meaner
If they be hustlin` back, we`ll fuck `em
Can`t even do one thing, assassinate `em
That`s it, that`s all, solo
Single, no more, no less, stocks rang, yo
Money caught one in his Kangol
D.O.A. as his man made his run for the door
Caught `em in the `gaitor shoes his girl probably bought `em
Too bad, Black ain`t get the chance to extort him
Cuz Nigga`s like that don`t deserve to live
Word the myth
And we ain`t got no love to give
For these drop shots who wanna be down
Wanna be clowns, the fail ones
I like how all that good shit sounds
And I dare one

I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To conquer me
You won`t win

Nigga, I sleigh, you pray, kill that ass uptown
Dump yo` bitch ass back around your way
When I`m in one of those moods I can give a fuck
I mean cool, run and bungie jump off the fuckin` roof
I hear voices calling me, givin` me fits
Singing tonight`s the night Black Rob, let`s write these hits
In the halls of death, you get left, I`m in the top 10
Even Rocky trainer and his wife said you can`t win
Scream battle, but you never fought
That`s like me sayin` I got five, never ran a full court
Stab the devil in his belly, took his Pelle Pelle
Blew the spot down and slid straight to the tele
I see envious eyes, envious guys, different states
Mad we seen `em, different cake
Rob me, tear that asshole out of place
Cuz in the end I`m the head case you gotta face
And I dare one

I dare you
To come against me
I dare you
To defeat me
I dare you
To conquer me
You won`t win

It feels good not to be dealin` with petty cash
Me and D-Dot all we seein` now is ready cash
And ready ass, splash in the Jacuzzi
Honey from the movies, south notch cutie
Used to go to Harrah with D after the homecomin`
On my way from Kakalaka
Me and Merse was gun running
Musta done something all conspicuous
Eye of the tiger, I know these cats are sick of this
Ridiculous sayin` these cats don`t love Black
This is Bad Boy, I puttin` it where it `posed to be at
Lemme know where to put your rosary at
My enemies, I let `em get a load of me gat
Fine, you don`t believe Black real official
Playa way, get your ma`s cake, and kiss you
You leavin`, wasn`t part of this plan



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