Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Am
Hom icide
Featuring my nigga
C .J.
Eaug
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Mack
West
Am
E
Cola
Am
I've been through hell and
back but never heaven
Mama say she prayed but I
E
never got the blessing
Raised on these streets to get money
Initiate contact,
Am
and penetrate niggas flesh when it's combat
Quick triggers that click,
automatical
E
Represented by riders up out the capital
Back and forth on the interstate,
moving weight
Fuck the cops up in
Pelican
Bay
Am
And from
Quantico,
Lime
Pop to
Terminal
Island
Young thugs in the hood
finna keep on grindin'
E
Fuck the unicorn work,
we gon' do some more dirt
I be the first extradited in the hearse
Am
I could never be a victim
of the penal code
Death by kilos, slow pain with no parole,
E
Am
dope gang heroes
E
Ambitious killers, bitches like rich niggas
Am
Thug dick in your mouth worth eight figures
All my niggas and bitches live
in the hood
On the block, in the door with me
Keep ballin'
E
Load up, my dogs are buff
In the pen, doin' life for kids
Am
Keep ballin'
Represented by killers and drug dealers
All my flows blow up for me
Keep ballin'
E
Young niggas makin' money forever
Fuck the feds for the life of me
Am
Keep ballin'
Full of
Remy
E
Painter bitches spit words that bleed
Am
And my battle cries high
E
screaming murder me
Am
E
Weed and alcohol got me out
of body indeed
Caught a body off of
Cartier's feet
Am
We all dead, we born bread for war
E
Taste bread and whores,
fear, fears and dread
Am
Go on the court, fake squad
E
All my tattoos,
civilized painting drummer
Missed pops,
Am
lord I can't get along with mama
All alone on these streets
trying to feed my kids
E
Bad geek without catching speed
Am
What's the odds I'm scarred?
E
All my niggas trying to beg repent
It's a bad bitch in the bed,
all three of my ditches
Am
Hell man, I kick these rap cats,
scared to death
I speak the truth, I'm out the shed,
E
they wet, they all lies
Fuck them coward ass rappers,
no country, I'm all bad
Nigga, fuck
Godfrey
Am
Gang, every nigga banging at the fat
All my niggas and bitches
live in the hood
On the block, in the door with me
Keep ballin'
E
Load up, my dogs are buff
In the pen, doing life for kids
Am
Keep ballin'
Represented by killers and drug dealers
All my flows blow up for me
Keep ballin'
E
Young niggas makin' money forever
Fuck the feds for the life of me
Am
I make you niggas feel hatred
E
Dominate the hood with heat
Young
G's that control the streets
Still bustin' at you bitch niggas
Runnin' at the mouth to agents
Implicated, must've been
Am
drug related
Nowadays, we kill for
E
American dreams
Strapped between cream
and a lust for greed
Blacked out, 2001
Bentley
Platinum independently
Am
Fucked up in a tensory ball
Till my team win the championship
E
Growing up a nigga never had shit
That's why we got a nation
of criminal thugs
Dealing drugs, race,
Am
institutionalized with no love
Addicted to the money and power,
white powder
E
Successful killers representing
black power
Dedicated to those that didn't make it
Am
We still on these streets trying to take it
All my niggas and bitches sniffing the hood
on the block and the dog with me
E
Keep balling, love loves my dogs above
and the pen doing life for kids
Am
And keep ballin'
Represented by killers and drug dealers
All my flows blow up, for me
And keep ballin'
E
Young nigga, make me money forever
Fuck the feds for the life of me
Am
And keep ballin'
All my niggas and bitches live
in the hood
On the block, in the door with me
And keep ballin'
E
Love love, my dogs above
In the pen, doin' life for kids
Am
And keep ballin'
Represented by killers and drug dealers
All my flows blow up, one for me
E
And keep ballin'
Young nigga, make me money forever
Fuck the feds for the life of men
Am
And keep ballin'
All my niggas and bitches live
in the hood
On the block in the door with me
And keep ballin'
E
Load up, my dogs are buff
In the pen doin' life for kids
Am
And keep ballin'
Represented by killers and drug dealers
All my flows blow up for me
E
And keep ballin'
Young niggas makin' money forever
Fuck the feds for the life of men
Am
And keep ballin'
All my niggas and bitches live
in the hood
On the block in the door with me
And keep ballin'
E
Love love to my dogs above,
and the pen to a life of key
Am
Keep ballin'
Represented by killers and drug dealers,
all my flows blow up for me
Keep ballin'
E
Young niggas makin' money forever,
fuckin' fed for the life of me
Keep ballin'
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