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Pusha T - Changing Of The Guards (ft. P. Diddy) (Official Song)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter:in
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter:in
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rico Beats
Rico Beats
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David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Yeah, ugh Bring the noise (bring the noise) (Louder!) Heavy is the head that wears the crown These niggas' heads is too light (yeah) Bring the noise (Bring the noise) Take that (yes) Put the Fear of God in these niggas, Pusha Get 'em! It's like the changin' of the guards We changin' out the frauds I gave these lions heart like my name ended in Oz Long time comin', Sam Cookin' up these bars Still Eddy Caning, see the fiends sunk in jaws (yuck) Push a ton, pledge allegiance to the raw Known dope dealer that escaped without a scar (yes) I'm Buddy Lee, so lucky me, see I'm home (ha-ha-ha-ha) Wish I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone (woo) Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm (ha) Get the money, and they bitches, bring the prize home (yes) So as I embark, this where begin start I write my own happy endin', nigga pen sharp (take that) My life's a Kodak moment, I need a frame for it The Penthouse's daybed needs a crane for it I'm fuckin' on it, exotic bitch from out the rain forest (come here, baby) So many bitches it's a blur, I take the blame for it (woo) God in heaven knows what I feel inside Responsible for all this inner-city genocide (forgive me) I'll be damned if I let Yale campus vilify As I uplift this art form ceilin' high (take that) I can't identify with your one death We lose thousands over here, you speakin' one breath Outsiders lookin' in like using one ref (fuck 'em) My zip cam point of view to you is one step (ha) Closer to clarity, not a parody How cocaine single-handedly carried me (it's just my life) Escaped clever through the foxhole narrowly They kick dirt up on my name until they bury me (never) I just shake it off, then I shake a leg A lot of time to makeup is what Jacob said (welcome home, baby, ha-ha) The fans fell for your act, I tell you break a leg Then guns shots goin' off that'll awake the dead Push! (Push!)
Writer(s): Terrence Thornton, Ricardo Lamarre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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