Rick Ross - Valley Of Death скачать mp3

The meek shall inherit the earth That's what the bible says Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph David and Goliath, hate me or admire Kush burns slow as I chase my desires Embrace my empire, batta boy eat fire Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27 Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon' be the devil Be him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together New York's unified down south, love dat When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at? Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone Imagine when this song gone When ya phone off, there's only one to call on I mean if I die today I could honestly say, thank you, Lord Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name You could label me the biggest title in the game Put food on the table, fed the whole city Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me Better years are better when you call it trendsetter The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter [ From: ] Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus Not the one just to jump to conclusions I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin' Look like you could use us When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl And my first 2 Live Crew cassette I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick Young nigga 15 with 3 C's From that very day I carried on the 3 C's Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs Better get smart, young brotha live yours Only live once and I got 2 kids And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head And pray over the meatloaf I'm lookin' at the big picture Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the The opportunity to just get a record deal And now I sign artists Thank you, lord