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Heatmakerz Crack Music Uh, tuh To whom it may concern They gettin' money now, they want you to wait your turn We all went out of town, only a few may return Get your money rest of the week ’cause on Tuesday they return For this bread, I'm on my lawyer's head ’til my new case is adjourned Keep water on my neck for them blue faces I burned, uh Yeah, and I be dripped up in the latest threads I used to sell that co-co like Jamaican bread You can't sit up at the table, you ain't breakin' bread All gold Rollie but the face is red All my niggas got snatched up, 'bout to face the feds In cold sweats is how I wake in bed You know I never wrote a rap still You don't make these niggas sick, they never know you that ill I just caught a case but they better know I pack still Damn Miami, Club 11 with the MAC spilled You know death before, shit Death before they dishonor me Shit, I pump raw in the poorest economies I even flew the raw through economy Shit, a couple boys tried to Harmon me, I Still prary to the Lord, Deuteronomy SongtexteShit, I'm with, uh, when the... Shit I'm with, uh, with my savage on Stand tall and face all your fears Hold your head and wipe all your tears Many nights, will be nobody there You gotta promise yourself you never give up You gotta jump (You gotta jump) You gotta jump (You gotta jump) You gotta jump Tell me what do you have left to lose? Yeah, I wrote lines about pretty women and crimes I really committed Spendin’ my 30s gettin’ rich, I spent half my 20s in prison Better late than never, dudes that was up, them niggas finished And after sellin' smack, I saw a hundred racks independent They hit both back when I had two spots on the same street It wasn’t addin' up, the plug got knocked in the same week I would've opened up two more spots if I stayed free If you can't give ’em to me five at a time then I can't eat Heard he shot his best friend for a bird, check it A knock with his third weapon Could pray for him, but he don't deserve heaven I was used to fiends on the curb beggin' Them ounces I serve reckless This rap shit'll be my confirmed blessing, let's go My crib on the West Coast, we should start What's in it? Cathedral ceilings, museum art A couple girls doin' couples' yoga in leotards I opened up the locks to the door 'cause the keys was off (That's a fact) You know me? Know where me and my mom was livin' at (40th) In a warzone, nigga, where all the hits was at Nigga pull the trigger right after they give your nigga dap (What up?) I been gone so long, it feel like y'all niggas forgettin' that (True) Ninety-ten on the bundle, what kind of shit is that? (Is that?) Got the birds, I wasn't settling for chicken scraps (Nah) Flippin' bricks way before the raps You can get with this or you can get with that The real black sheep, kill 'em Stand tall and face all your fears Hold your head and wipe all your tears Many nights, will be nobody there You gotta promise yourself you never give up You gotta jump (You gotta jump) You gotta jump (You gotta jump) You gotta jump Tell me what do you have left to lose? Yeah, we in the trenches with the addicts and the hookers When I ain't know how to whip it, passed the spatula to my cooker Gave the ratchet to my lookers, we robbin' drug dealers Wavin' sticks, empty clips, we bring the malice to the pushers The havoc to the trappers, got a package, then we took it Tell them rappers we got fully automatics if you push us (We got them sticks, nigga) And if you static, I'ma patch in with the Butcher Far as rap, we made it hard for a faggot to overlook us Yeah, went to my old block and parked the Masi' on it Stick on the backseat case anybody want it (What's the problem, nigga?) Two thousand on my feet, that's just how I be on it We don't respect your gun if ain't no body on it, huh You see Conway performin', know a shotty on him I still get a brick and do karate on it These niggas hatin' but that's not important I just hop in foreign (Yeah) Watches got forty pointers like I was Jordan Stand tall and face all your fears Hold your head and wipe all your tears Many nights, will be nobody there You gotta promise yourself you never give up You gotta jump (You gotta jump) You gotta jump (You gotta jump) You gotta jump Tell me what do you have left to lose? Aus Songtexte Mania