Corrección Letra For the Dough par Ka

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Nightbreed - “For the Dough”

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When I'm
Irate, migrate, leave your chest red like hot plates
For high stakes, steal, new jux, never forget
Where I come from, so I chill with crooks, shorty
Grilling me like I could be killed with looks, but I committed
Enough felonies to fill your books (What, what?) like:
Pull my nine out, bust about nine out
Leave you outlined out, white sheet, concrete
With your mind out.  If you want, you could find out
Quick, fast, in a hurry, blasting a flurry
Leave you in a full body cast, test dummy.  You want me
To spend my time behind bars.  Rather drop gems
Spin out on rims in hot cars, star
Don’t get it twisted, end up critically listed
One in the biscuit for the slick sh*t, pa.  c*ck the Glock
Pop a shot ‘fore a minute tick off the clock, disappear
Like magicians before NYPD position
Self on the block

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Back for the
Lack of sustenance, started hustling, money
Was the only thing I lust within, made
Much to spend, not enough to grin, and for
Another pound, I'm down to bust your man.  Some clown
Retaliating tried to crush my chin.  Clothes and hoes
Was all that ever touched my skin.  Couldn't find work
All kind of dirt?  Done that, son
Went on missions n***as never come back from.  Whoever
Got digits, I run at them to snatch some
Each hand busting a black gun, shots relax them
I’m Israeli, forty-fifths never failed me.  The po'
Rift and trail me, trying tricks to nail me.  I keep a
Shell for me so n***as never have to bail me, heart's
Small and hard, mind's tall and broad, so I'm never
Falling off.  When I'm troubled, all I call is God
Me and Kev will spoil your squad to stack G's
When Midwesterns plot crack fees, got there
Pulled my gat in the streets, chased n***as down like
Track meets all the way back East.  These is
My ends, me and dough gonna die friends
‘Til then, I fly in a Benz, only stopping to do minor
Sins with some dime or twins.  I want it all
Wife, ice, kids, cribs, pets, and jets instead of
Fights, light beers, tears, stressed and vexed

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The streets
Is home court.  Doesn't make a difference whether
Tall or short.  If you ain’t dedicated, wasn’t
Born to sport, prone to be in court ‘cause you're
Poorly taught by some players called “Coach”
But others call “Scout.”  Recruit cats, no trash talk
Ball all-out on the bench near the block
Just clock, totally impressed how you handle
The rock.  When it’s just me, it's how you hit
Three with three.  Reggie Miller range is a necessity
Keep a watchful eye, the limit's the sky
No doubt.  Hit with two flagrants, the sixth
You out (Dough, dough, dough)

The streets are my
Field of play.  If the pitcher throw out one in the crowd
Might feel a stray, won't heal today ‘cause they
Hitting his brain, splitting his frame.  Cops like
Pigeons overhead, put sh*t in the game
D’s bound to chase us, I'm the first rounding bases
Trying to make it to my hometown to save us, batting
A thousand in back of housing, getting singles, kick dirt
I got something that'll spit and sting you cats
Everything I'm hitting, bring you short-hop to pop-fly
Don't stop when shots fly, don't cop when cops by
This Kev and Ka, that's how we got by (Who is he, son?)
This Kev and Ka, that's how we got by

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Dough necessity, not greed
Got a family to feed
Two checks away from the street
Gotta pay tuition, so I need that…

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