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Інформація про пісню На цій сторінці ви можете ознайомитися з текстом пісні Tiger Song , виконавця - NaeemTiger Song |
| I was born a lover raised a fighter |
| Sworn in a saint turnt into a sinner |
| If I earn another stripe I be motherfucking tiger |
| Next kill for the loaf you fucking with a winner |
| Niggas going ham for a slice |
| Can’t knock the hustle working for their next meal |
| Wishing they could have a nigga life |
| Pigeons ain’t eating, I’m just throwing them the heels |
| Flipping you the bird while I’m flipping niggas bills |
| If I’m whipping in the whip, sit, bitch nigga chill |
| Couldn’t tell the pedal from the motherfucking wheel |
| Niggas on my dick thinking that they on my heels |
| Image never tarnish, stainless like steel |
| Print the face real big, 'cause I’m still the emblem |
| If they start I’ma end them |
| No say no referendum |
| Read my lips |
| Read my lips |
| Read my lips |
| Read my lips |
| Read my lips |
| Malcolm was a failure, more fame than lethal |
| Feeble, shot by his own people poignant the needle that feeds his blood, |
| violent loops |
| Last hoop he will leap through |
| But its strong to be militant like it’s smart to be ignorant |
| Just to sell all this nigga shit, 'cause they only buying nigga shit |
| (God damn) Supply and demand |
| They demand, I supply though surprised that I am |
| I didn’t take a stand, money over matter, matter fact over fam |
| I know that through experience |
| Ain’t that right triple X? You feeling this |
| I know that through experience |
| Ain’t that right triple X? |
| I was born three seeds in my palm |
| Papa don’t preach, black quiet storm |
| Speak with his first we recite his Psalms |
| Raised a fighter though I had my qualms |
| Gave two to the body another two to the jaw |
| His little lip bleeding but my heart got scarred |
| Pull the fire alarm |
| Adolescent immolation, I protest these laws |
| Born a lover, full lips soft hands |
| Old head said it went against my brand |
| Brand new stance, iron fisted jab |
| Gift that gab and I whoop that ass |
| People don’t change, they just do new task |
| Another tool in the box another trip to the shed |
| Men make men made men like pawns |
| 'Til we follow Islam to the Boko Haram |
| I all empathy I sing with sympathy |
| Simply not we spot our true enemy |
| But all empathy I sing with sympathy |
| Simply not we spot our true enemy |
| But we are who we company |
| If it’s health then we healthy |
| If it’s wealth then we wealthy |
| If it’s filth then we filthy |
| Without saying if it’s guilt then we guilty |
| I was born a lover, raised a fighter |
| Papa said that’s how you raise a real nigga |
| And he should know he should know |
| Dead or in jail, nigga |
| I’m a look who still here, nigga |
| Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah |
| Look who still here, nigga |
| Look who still here, nigga |
| Man, man, ain’t here no more man |
| Man, man, ain’t here |
| And it’s hard on my psyche |
| He suppose to be just like me |
| Or me just like him |
| He suppose to be my best friend |
| Made excuses for him, said it was society |
| Thug charm man had the whitest teeth |
| Even in our music, even in the TV |
| Even in the news, gave it to him easy |
| But they hard on a nigga like me, man |
| They hard on a nigga like me |
| They hard on a nigga like me, man |
| Ain’t never seen a nigga like me |
| They want me to be one of them |
| But I ain’t one of them I ain’t even one of them |
| I start drifting when I think of him |
| See a cold wind when I think of him |
| I drift so far from shore |
| Don’t they know niggas can’t swim |
| Now Martin waiting on his harvest |
| Debating if the state going be coarse or modest |
| Fought as a pacifist accomplished |
| More than all them Harlem niggas, pen his accomplice |
| Fresh out of jail, suit still pressed the sharpest |
| Look who the law for we going break laws regardless |
| Outlaw nigga from the south |
| Boys talking down got them diamonds in my mouth |
| Every farmer when they plant their seed |
| Dreams of sweet fruit with the greenest leaves |
| From the strong branch of the tallest tree |
| But never promised to taste what’s reaped |
| Both portraits hanging over the couch |
| Martin on the left, Malcom on the right |
| As if still debate, still choice in route |
| Some might understand what I’m taking about |
| Born a lover raised a fighter |
| Drawn to the air thrown to fire |
| Only one heir to the highest |
| If I told you that I cared I’m a motherfucking liar |
| No shares, no compliance |
| Every action got its opposite |
| Know your fucking science |
| Learned about David from Goliath |
| Now my whole hood know how to defeat the giants |
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