Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
Em
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Em
I cried when my brother died
Then we went and turned
up on the other side
D
They gon' feel for every time
his mother cried
Fuck them lil' niggas,
they ain't never slide
We ain't never high
No height limit, they still ain't never ride
Em
I guess that they love one real
They ain't feel how we feel
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Every nigga that surround me one drill
One driver, two shooters
in the wheel
Somebody gon' get killed
They can't pay for what
Em
they did with no bills
2 .30, I ain't talkin' bout no pills
D
They gon' get high still
Get that high shit out,
still don't know how to chill
You a killer, than me, you got skill
When we pull out, jump out on them
Em
If we fall, get over top, we got dill
Hit that corner,
look at all them niggas lackin'
We jump out the wheel, clappin'
G
And they ran, but they was gangstas,
Em
know what happened?
D
We gon' chase them niggas down,
we got action
We both in black matching
With one glove,
Em
slidin' like Mike Jackson
Bullet hit his hip and made him trip
Before he fell, we tried to skip
He never should've let
G
Em
the dick come out his lip
D
I ain't standin' over a nigga in the grip
He gon' get the whole clip
Em
And if it jam, I ain't leavin' till it fix
All her eyes blocked,
we gettin' terrorized
D
And I don't wanna hear the lies
Cause the score is never nowhere near a tie
If I outlip, then he paralyzed
But I promise that the next one I hit
Comin' up there near the guys
Em
So I knock his head off, then I slide
D
Sent his ass up to God
Em
That's a consequence of
D
playin' with the guys
We playin' on the niggas on the ride
If it was even in his eye
Then y 'all big fish was bitchin'
Em
when he died
could've stood down, but it was his pride
He got his ass fried, face shot,
D
his head fell to the side
I could see it in his eyes, he was tired
Asked bro if he stood over his man,
all he gave me was a nod
Nas
Em
Umi got them tears on her cheek,
claiming he was so sweet
D
And why the fuck I left his brains
in the street?
You could blame it on his friends,
they was tweakin'
They had baby boy geekin',
and you talkin' to him
and he not speakin'
Em
And this shit a cycle that'll never end,
D
nobody really number one
Cause when you crap out,
you can't bet again
When I go, I know my niggas better been
For the time being, understand
Em
We ain't them niggas to bet against
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