Damn, you've just been hit in the head with a worldwide exclusive.
Play with fire, you get burned When the heat was on I turned turned to trouble trouble
yeah yeah c-3 New Orleans Baby the street called Eagle and everybodys ill yea illegal People steal cars We steal people We eat like dogs but we're still people and even when your lost trouble still see you and even if your dead broke we are still equal one time for the little people eat your meal don't let the meal eat you
[I run to trouble] your running me crazy with this one i run with trouble
And just the other day my nigga chris killed himself I pray to god that i never feel the way he felt Where do we go when theres no help He figured heaven so he went left Ya'll know that aint right. plus he was high as a plane on that same night. Shit i probably been on that same flight. Shit I probably had that same fight I just kept swinging Twelve rounds come and bells ringing [i run to trouble, trouble] introduced to the game when i was just a child Mama know the drug dealers straight quit her job He took his life and along with him I died and she died we died Then came my daughter to my bedside told me, "Daddy, don't cry, I'm alive" I look her in the eyes and see me with no sins But this is how the note ends
Damn you just been hit the head with a worldwide exclusive [choose it second over 1]
You know Just kicking back [though i look for brighter times] I am Carter [i run to trouble] ya know [trouble]
The tooley poked out the jeans The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans ya nah mean and everything aint what it seems ya nah mean Don't play that game without your team Kill for my bread Kill for my g's Kill for my cream I will have that red beam on high beam Now I hear sirens Wait I think I see one behind me I aint tripping baby Money got me uh and Fuck the police Fuck the Feds too I aint jumping in that jumpsuit a Blunt too I'm on my one two Check me out I fuck around and check you Respect Due Pay yours nigga Mines under the seat by my feet Wheres your nigga too much whores nigga huh too much pressure too much force too much money You never heard that before shit and we Stop these snitches at the door cut the tail off the Rat He wont Rat no more whack no more Thats right Get trapped fucking with my cheese Keep shooting till i burn my sleeve Nigga please These boys is G's Represent New Orleans like a Fleur-de-lis What you know about it We more than thieves Steal fromt the Rich so the poor can eat Niggas act up Or niggas act accordinally Hey soldier don't war with me You don't throw me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
