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A couple funerals, hit the mass up Then the feds scooped half of the whole hood up Couple niggas start pointing fingers Around the town, back to the base to dropping to have a hot single Half the whole world saying what's up And the fans were tryin to see what was up But fuck y'all! They nare witness, who said they bought something or sold something to me Niggas all in my business And this that real life, no bullshittin' This that straight facts, no fiction I see ho nigga, and I just feel friction Give them one to they head, leave they top missin' Top missin, like my new car Rock glistenin', two broads Watch clickin', I'm too hard, stop bitchin' Shit get high, fuck it when the shots hit him Same game, they got Pac missin' Big too, they put y'all in the same place I hope when they hit me dawg they put me in the same place I'm in a place where you can get bombed on Same time you turning your car on, shots fired We all know the con artist slippin' So I keep big hammers in every car I'm whippin' SongtexteJust in case we catch a 48 hour victim And they can up and get em and I will not forget him I look around man, the game is tryna pull me in But if I go back it's not half, nigga I'm fully in The coke sales, murdering, the bullyin' Nigga fuck what it coulda been I swear to God you young punks don't want me in the hood again It's only jail or the grave is where they gonna put me in In my day I done ducked about a dozen beats I'm from Harlem man, you get killed over your cousin's beef The only never fear I had was when I hugged the streets We say life's a bitch but I love the streets Shit I got this Porsche out it too And I love rockin' Air Forces, of course... We rich niggas from Porsche to Aston IIs Bitch niggas of course we'll blast at you Aus Songtexte Mania