[Verse 1] I used to post up on that corner and wait for the chariot 'Member hearing them shots bangin', I wait for the sirens And where you livin' in the trenches it's dangerous, crime That's why my lyrics too real from the pain that subsided And when we grew up young niggas, made names off of violence That's why I went and bought a Glock wit' a laser that guided I told her, "Tay, pass the torch, that was made for the fire" And when you jump up off the porch, it ain't no more hiding It get real Everybody grew up thinkin' it's killer, you get killed Everybody got dazed so that you just live still Brought the hammer off the duty, then take off it's wings still Twins draws up in the Uzi, it looked like some clientele Ain't no name for them bullets, so F.N.'s can't get spilled Haters rollin' through them blocks and poke hols in his big wheels When I yell upon the news like that niggas that can't spill When the shooter was fifteen, we got catskill and cancelled Look
[Chrous] 'Cause when you livin' in them places where bullets when you takin', that's still fucked up Uh, that's why them niggas popped perc's put fullys in their waist and they're still fucked up And you've been starving for some days, niggas eatin' in your face, but your meal is fucked up And matches men from the way, but you gon' kill 'em anyway Look
[Verse 2] I seen my best friend casket, we was just here laughing And now you left me all alone, so now it's just hit and splash it I told my momma I got pockets, 'cause I was up there trappin' And I keep pistols when I'm walkin', I can't be [?] lackin' I seen blood, better stood up and switched sides when they backstabbing Drive the helm, no I ain't talking 'bout school for no bagpacking I'ma spread apart his muscles and it look like the back spazzing Niggas say you wanna fight, I ain't snuck 'em 'cause Zack had 'em Let me ready for a minute, had a dream I was in it All night wit' my niggas, telling god take me up Told him, " I'on wanna die 'cause I've gotta make it up" We ain't really have a choice, and that's what the tape about I know if I gotta ride, then I'ma show 'em what I'm 'bout And I know that for a daughter, I'm about my mommy house In the whip, fucl the cause, bitch im going to get sick R.I.P to Tommy guns, he got caught up in the myths I know niggas who the ones, who get ready to get hit I know niggas pick up guns, who ain't ready to get picked I know niggas from the slums, who just steal goon, a bitch I know niggas grew up good, who be still doin' hits It don't matter how you commit, it just matter how you end When you out here wit' them members, it's better not to pretend Used to be money, and beggars sent, niggas don't put you in You can never question God, but the cause, it does you in All these niggas out here wylin', they grind me in full of sin I'ma have to slain that iron, no I am not one of them He the nigga close up, like the jar they put him in Had the chopper singin' like it's security, put 'em in All these niggas out here robbin', and stealing 'cause niggas starvin' When these niggas grew more mad, it's really hard to rejoice Now I'm speaking for the youngins', I know they don't die of bullets You can't tell 'em, "Put down the hammer", you know they don't got a choice Look
[Chrous] 'Cause when you livin' in them places where bullets when you takin', that's still fucked up Uh, that's why them niggas popped perc's put fullys in their waist and they're still fucked up And you've been starving for some days, niggas eatin' in your face, but your meal is fucked up And matches men from the way, but you gon' kill 'em anyway, 'cause it's still fucked upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
